A girl sat in a chair her mind racing similar to the clock beside her. With each stroke of the hand, her mind imagined another scenario, thought of every interaction. She had been nice, right? She had treated him kindly and she had never led him on, right? She respected boundaries and she put them up herself, right? And yet a tiny piece of her escaped with every fleeting thought. She was cute. She was attractive. The buzz of his text still sent her mind over the edge. She was cute. Even with the weight of her worries, she was cute, even with the weight of her mind, she was cute. Even with the weight of her body, she was cute. And yet she cried. She cried harder than before, harder than when she got heartbroken. And she didn't even know why she did. She had been fixated on her anxieties and problems that she never saw the people around her clearly. She cried because someone in this huge and God-forgotten world had thought she was worth looking at.
~ Lee