we talked all day. on the phone of course. just meaningless text messages back and forth. i found comfort in your name flashing across my screen. you took a screen shot of a picture of me i sent to you. i didn't think much of it. it was of me with my face distorted due to a filter. maybe you liked me better that way.
i don't find you attractive. i guess if i did, i'd have struck up a conversation with you in lunch. maybe that's a cruel thing for me to say. as much as people try to deny, looks matter on a first impression. what matters is if you look past that or not. some do, some don't. i did.
