She looked at me, and i looked away
her eyes asked too much of someone like me.
She cast her eyes down, but tentatively reached out a hand,
i sort of motioned her away,
and stood more erect, and stiff beside her.
I was watching a golden haired little boy across the room,
he was smiling and playing and laughing,
he looked like the one for me.
Not this mousy, quiet, timid little creature beside me.
She was much too.. much too... inglorious.
Too plain, not golden and happy like the boy that had caught my eye.
Yet her eyes beseeched me, and I felt trapped, shameful for wanting the golden boy.
I turned, and quietly, trying to avoid her pleading, sorrowing eyes,
I left the orphanage.
