oh. look at that. ha. ha. that’s funny. I’m an idiot. just when I thought this could be the day, the night you finally talk to me. I’m all prettied up, just for you. and you look as good as always but even better because of the suit. I like your tie. it’s a pretty color. a light turquoise blue. it kind of matches her dress. that’s dark blue, but still. both blue. I’m in line with my friends, trying not to burst into tears. relax. this doesn’t mean anything. so what if they’re taking pictures together? just the two of them, four pictures on a photobooth strip. that doesn’t mean anything. that doesn’t mean they’re actually a thing. that doesn’t mean they’re together. I’m staying optimistic. we still made eye contact. twice. not just once, but twice. that could mean something. or not. because he’s with her. at least according to my friends that come back giggling about how cute all the couples are together. when I ask them who they’re talking about they say you. you and her. it’s my fault, I haven’t told them about you. I don’t tell a lot of people about things like this. maybe I should’ve. maybe they wouldn’t have been so excited while my heart got crushed in the shadows. but that wouldn’t change you and her. you still went with her to hoco. I think. that’s what it looked like. why else would you take pictures together? anyways. I should’ve known. you’d never fall for me. you barely know who I am. you don’t know me. you don’t look at me. you don’t talk to me. I wish you did. but you talk to her. yeah, she’s in your friend group, but still. that doesn’t change anything. I guess I could be wrong about this. maybe you are just friends. but I shouldn’t get my hopes up. that was stupid of me. I won’t do it again. promise. I’ll just sit and watch from the sidelines. I’ve never talked to you. and I probably never will. I just need to figure out how to be okay with that.