There's this guy.
Of course.
There's always this guy.
I like him.
I want to get to know him.
But there will always be some sort of thing stopping me.
Either it's that I'm not his type or he's way out of my league.
Or worse, there's somebody else.
He wears a standard pair of black glasses and he always fixes his hair even though there's nothing wrong with it.
He does this thing where when he laughs he squints.
It looks like if we hugged I would fall perfectly into place.
He doesn't like me.
That's okay.
I didn't expect him to.
I just wanted to get to know him.
