Smiles and Glances

Once, there was a boy who liked a girl, and she liked him back. There were signs, of course. Stolen glances. Awkward smiles. But he did not say anything, and she did not assume.

So, the girl settled with someone who gave her flowers. The boy? Well, he settled with someone who gave him big, sunny smiles and melting, puppy looks.

Tch. Flowers? The boy thought. He would have given her songs — pieces she could call her own, poetry that would serenade her soul. Too bad she did not see through his meaningful glances. Maybe she was not that special after all. Maybe he should stop looking for someone who could succumb to his depths.

Ha! Who smiles that big? She looks like a fraud. The girl thought. Too bad he did not see through her small smiles. Maybe he was shallow after all. Maybe he was only interested in the surface. So, she decided, fuck it — she did not need someone who could not see her soul.