Little Pieces Locked away in Tiny boxes...

I thought you'd be here so I went even though I had no reason to. I thought you'd find the randomness of it so endearing that you'd have no choice but to end up with me. But you aren't here and that makes the fact that I went so petty.

I thought the sight of me would be enough to force the affection out of you. But even if that were true, you aren't here. I'm confused about how I ever thought you could be here. It feels like a thought inspired by sinful levels of stupidity and self delusion.

There were quite attractive girls in quite attractive dresses. But they weren't enough. They couldn't be enough. Even the stars themselves couldn't twinkle, when placed next to you...

Happy Days,

Afam