"You eat like a sad girl"
You speculated on our first dinner date.
I blushed and ducked my head
You thought I was being coquettish. Actually I could not bear to look at you.
My forced and heavy mastication had given me away, I was betrayed by my own body.
I wondered how the happy girls dined. Beautifully I figured.
So with a closed lipped smile I swallowed down my fettuccine alfredo and I sipped my coca cola, hoping it was a lovely action.
It was not until the night you left me That I realized.
I do everything like a sad girl.
