AngelofIce62442

You look at me I look at you Neither of us know what to do I sit alone on a park bench, staring at the people all around me. A happy couple walks past, holding hands. I pull a face at them when they go by my bench, but they don't see, too busy staring into each other's eyes. I cross my arms and scowl, pretending that I'm not jealous. I don't know why I'm in this kind of mood- cross at the world in general, and couples like those two in particular. Ok. So I do know. What's that got to do with anything? I mean, his eyes won't leave me alone. They're so... blue. And cheerful. And he always seems to be laughing inside- at me, at himself, at t