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Why Won’t She Love Me?
The plight of an unsuccessful stalker
“Why won’t she love me?” he whispers as the rain’s teardrops hit his windshield. He’s parked outside of his house, but his injured heart hurts too much for him to move.
Of course, the inclement weather stands in solidarity with him. (That’s what he thinks, but he’s wrong. The forecast stated a 100% chance of precipitation.)
He quietly reminisces back to their fateful first date when he sat with her in the tranquil silence that she later called “awkward”!
He remembers it differently, ahem, correctly.
She stared shyly at the wine glass, obviously enamored by his silent charm. She was too caught up in the opportunity of his presence to say much. All she could do was smile nervously. Ah, the effects of his relentless charm.
Then, out of literally nowhere, she changed the mind that he had already made up for her. She told him they had nothing in common.
He shakes his head, trying to empty her belligerent words from the sacred space of his memory.
“And after all of that, I paid!” he scoffs to the leather interiors of his car. He would tell his friends about this fiasco, but he hadn’t made any…yet.
