What is wrong with me?
Sometimes it strikes me how you can take my breath away by a look in your eye and you putting me on the spot. Thank you for that.
Now unthank you. Because you aren’t into me. No matter how many times I throw myself at you, apparently your games are just that: GAMES.
I must be reading the signals all wrong. You must not be into me romantically OR sexually. I guess I am just not good enough. Or maybe it was too easy, despite how hard I made it.