Serendipity's Diary

Diary Entry #25
Mood: Freaked Out... and Slightly Flattered
Date: March 7th, 2012
I figured out about a week ago that one of the guys in our chorus class likes me. You know Eric, don't you? Light skin, glasses, GIANT AMONG MEN? He's 6 foot something. When he stands next to me, we look like a circus act.

Well, he likes me. He stares at me, he's always near me. Then I realized something. Eric is to me what I am to you and what you are to Tia.

We are caught in a triangle. No, it's a square. No, it is definitely some sort of wierd open-ended parallelogram.

Well, whatever shape it is, the point is that we are all chasing someone who doesn't like us back.

And who probably never will. Ain't that a bitch?

And, truth be told, it's kinda... flattering. But I definitely don't like him. I no longer like you, either, but I like him less. A lot less.

I just keep asking myself one question.

What does he see in me that you never did?

Searching for Serendipity,
Ryder