“The reason that isn’t happening is mostly my fault. See, I have one of those fun situations with the almost perfect girl. She is bright, she is in collage and is supposed to transfer to CSU before too long. She is kind, and is a blast to hang out with. We sat and just talked outside an anime convention for a couple hours, and I can’t remember a time i was more genuinely happy. She is gorgeous. Period. She has beautiful blue eyes that can see into your soul. I used to say that blue eyes were my least favorite, that i liked green eyes. But i saw hers, and i understand the reason why so many guys love blue eyes. I can’t unsee them, and i am ok with that. I can’t stop thinking about her, she is in my dreams, in the most literal sense.”

Stop…just…stop thinking these nice things about me. I’m not perfect, I’m not gorgeous, I’m not kind…I’m just….I’m just human, a human that is jealous and lies and can’t make good decisions…

I just…I can’t….why I’m I placed on such a pedestal in his mind…