Never Enough.

Grotesque.
Is that how he thought of me?
He doesn't eat sugar. He spends hours working out.

Yet there I had been.
Touching his arm as liquid confidence swirled around inside me.
My words flew out before I could filter them.

I told him I knew him from somewhere.
The truth is that he had been my crush for four years.
With a smile, he entertained my intoxicated thoughts and seemed receptive.
And that was that.

After finding out who he was and what he was like, I knew.
He'd never go for you. My mind echoed in disgust.
Have you seen yourself? His arm must have itched with the bur of a thousand suns under your touch. He would never want someone like you. He would never want you.