Silly Girl

24th of September

I'm filled with new energy but sad. Oxytocin is an interesting thing or is it because it's released in me?
I'm at this church, getting ready to watch a documentary about a dying man accompanied with organ music. I sit closer to the screen, take out my notebook. I'm looking at A, hotblooded Iranian and her sambo O, coldblooded Swede. I can't help but think, how did they happen?
Was it she who did it?
Did she do all the work?
Does she always text first?
Does she wait three days to get a text back?
Does she plan the dates?
Does she compliment him and is OK with not getting one when she tried so hard?
Does she tell him how good he makes her feel but never hear it back?
Does she sit staring at her book and not see the letters, thinking about him and how he hasn't called her his girlfriend yet?
Does he strangely look at her when she wants him? As if it's the silliest thing a girl could want!!
Does he roll his eyes every time she strokes him seducingly? 
DOES HE EVEN LIKE HER?


I'm sitting in this church and thinking about something silly again. Getting to know what you're missing is silly.
I am a silly girl!