Seriously, don't.

You look at me as if you would want to talk to me, as if there were this particular tension between us. It bothers me. It bothers me because I know, deep down, that there is absolutely no way you would want to talk to me, and there is absolutely no way a certain kind of tension would exist between us.

I'm not sure if there were anything wrong with your eyes, or if you looked at everyone the same way, but. . . .please.

Save me the torture.

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