One of those nights where you ask yourself "What the hell am I doing out here?" That was tonight. You get to the party. Right away, you're confronted by three gorgeous girls, all sophomores, who say they loved that play you were in only a few days ago. You try to play it cool, stay nice. You don't want to get drunk, but you figure one beer
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She dreams and dreams of you as you dream of her. Sometimes you meet in that quiet corner of a cafe, or in that field on a beautiful autumn day, or in that rain-soaked parking lot, but you never touch, you never see and you walk on by. She sits there in her room, alone, fiddling away at her hair wondering why she seems to be the only girl she knows who can't find the right guy for her, or hell, not even the wrong one.
Tonight she's waiting, tomorrow she's waiting, until that moment you walk through the door with your semi-confident facade, eyes full of a want for fun, sad eyes still searching for her even though you look right at her.
She's there for you, and you're there for her. And just when you've both completely given up hope, you'll find one another.
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And she leaves just after you, pulling her friends out with promises of cookies and maybe a disney movie. And she goes back to her apartment and lies in bed that night holding her pillow and fantisizing about that rock star who doesn't know her name but will someday marry her. Cause real boys are too scary to aproach.
And she vows, as she listens to her roommates sing "Kiss the Girl" in a drunken round, never to go to a stupid party again.
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