You look hot in jeans, they fit you so much better than your work slacks.
While I will look at you in your jeans, I won’t look you in the eye anymore. I still “hear” and “feel” a snapping like two magnets clicking together when I look in your eyes.
Never mind that you don’t look at me anymore. You looked at her, and said goodnight to her while she was standing next to me. While she was standing next to me, you ignored me in a very obviously cold fashion, and mumbled a half-hearted “bye” over your shoulder. Ouch.
Aren’t I just a silly girl for having a silly crush on you? I always said it would get me trouble, and look, I was so invested that I was hurt by something that was always the case anyway.
You still look good in those jeans.