Irony

<p>We're lustful birds. In adjacent cages. </p>

<p>We stonewall each other for fear of mutual rejection. Yet inside, we know that we wouldn't reject one another. We reach out to each other. Tiny gestures, unnoticed by others, put us on edge. What does she mean? What does he mean? </p>

<p>I glance, and she averts her gaze. I move to the adjacent desk. I lean in, and her breaths become shallow, faster. It's all right, I won't hurt you. Just talk to me. All right, a greeting's a start. Look me in the eyes when I talk to you. I know you love this gravely voice. Got even Morgan Freeman beat by a few octaves. So why don't you keep me talking? </p>

<p>The teacher interrupts us - or, more appropriately - me. I retreat. The bell dismisses us, and we leave without so much as a spoken farewell. </p>

<p>Home. 17 notifications; 5 messages. Who now? </p>

<p>Her? </p>

<p>Why so shy in class? All those faces too ... why didn't you make them in class? I'd love to see your ^.^ face sometime. </p>

<p>I'm not as forward as I describe. I am similarly paralyzed by fear. Irrational fear - the worst sort of fear. Perhaps one day the bars will give. I see your subtle efforts. But you're going to have to try harder - not to reach me, but to break your own limitations.</p>

<p>I almost wish to point out the irony of it all to her - our mutual, subtle, and feeble expressions of love. You've switched seats to sit next to me, but you still ignore me unless I talk to you. I've tried talking to you, but I'm still uncomfortable talking to you - at least without rehearsal. Everything I say, I must go over it in my head; hence, our mutual silence in the beginning of class. I'd hate to stumble, or run out of things to say to you; I don't want to talk to you and then break off into silence. Oh, the irony. If we had an hour alone, I'd point it all out to you.</p>

<p>I find Morgan Freeman’s voice to be mellifluous rather than gravely. I get your meaning though.</p>

<p>That is very well written, Qube. It was quite relatable and I empathized completely. </p>

<p>However, a restraining order may be in order if she reads this. </p>

<p>Tomorrow, just show her your guns. >(<code>-</code>)<</p>

<p>Wow… Another girl! I must say, that I have two friends who have liked each other for months but the guy won’t ask her out and she really wants him to ask her out. She is old fashioned and won’t ask him out(My advice). If you like each other, don’t wait. Like Juniormint said, don’t get the restraining order ad show her your guns :smiley: (I’m kidding, makes you look like a show-off and some other words unless she is shallow). IMO, keep talking to her and show that you’re interested.</p>

<p>Perhaps as your reaching she’s pulling away, don’t seem too eager now. As soon as she smiles she wonders if you think her forward. It’s a game as much as a cage, how to keep him interested? Perhaps a few more words and you’ll be bored of her.
So she holds back trying to play it cool, she laughs at the boy in front of her because maybe if others find her funny you will too. It’s a sick game in which she’s not sure if you’re truly playing. Here she comes again turned around with a goofy smile trying to get you to do the flirting-- that’s the game isn’t it?
For once only be half the fool, let someone else do the staring. Oh! Now her friends whispered something to her and she turns around catching you looking at her. Turning around would mean your defeat so you don’t and she baits you into a conversation about roosters.
The same pattern she acts like a child stopping at the door to English quite aware you’re always after her. So much so that you have to open the door behind her “Hey” she turns around beaming like a child at Christmas “The lights are magic” you correct her and she accuses you of dream crushing.
It’s the little games we play. Not, for me, barriers but instead a test. Can you get him to swallow his pride and just ask? Or must you do it all yourself?</p>

<p>Yes. Yes. Yes. He’s still got it. It’s crazy because I can relate at this time of my life.</p>

<p>I must make her feel special. Next time I see her walking up to the classroom door, I’ll stop, strike a pose against the door, and strike some conversation as she walks up. I need to talk to her more often, even about the mundane and trivial. I need to look into her eyes. I tried again today, but she always avoids my gaze. Don’t be scared. Follow your heart.</p>

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<p>He = me? :)</p>

<p>I think that expressions funny, you can’t follow your heart. After all all of this, everything that makes you you is in your brain.
The romantic, the genius and the lunatic. Poor brain gets hardly any credit for its best achievements~
And just ask her. This whole game of wits we play is self detrimental. “Hey Xxxxx go on a date with me?”</p>

<p>Yeppity He = you, Qube. </p>

<p>I always look forward to your writings :)</p>

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<p>Reminds me of John Nash in A Beautiful Mind … o.O.</p>

<p>Anyway, that’s the kind of frankness I desire in our budding relationship. I want to be able to sit down next to her, and just say that, verbatim (because you phrased it so well). But I need to be alone with her. Time to scout out some empty, unlocked classrooms after school … </p>

<p>You’re absolutely correct; we’re all caught up in our foolish games of chasing one another and stonewalling one another. Let’s put it aside, and just speak freely, for once. I think that the frankness alone would be a turn-on. </p>

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<p>… <em>clutches his chest</em> … <3 …</p>

<p>Ahh really? I was going for a Weasley twin, y’know when they ask their dates to the ball? (Right never mind that)
But yeah, just go for it. Sitting around and waiting for someone else to do it is ridiculous.
Like Khayyam says, if you do or if you don’t you can’t get it back. Life goes on no matter what you do. So make a fool out of yourself, take her to a Barnes and nobles and spend an afternoon debating Tolstoy. Or maybe just watch a movie and laugh about the stupidity of the main character.
Just do something. In ten years it won’t matter if she says no or if it was awful it will matter that you did it.
((I am undisputed queen of cliche’s))</p>

<p>Don’t strike up the pose though, looks and sounds kind of cheesy even if you’re going for cliche. And please be discrete about your planned stalking for alone time. The girl will know when you accidentally slip up and say something like, “Oh, I was following- I mean- I got lost?” or all of a sudden you both go a certain route to a class even though your actual class is in another building. (My brother had a stalker in hs, she was there everytime he went to his next class). But I do agree with hanging out with her! Make the effort and don’t be scared of rejection or awkwardness which is nearly as bad! :D</p>