Part Two
Loving Her
I walk away from her.I can feel her eyes bearing into my back.
I don't know why she pushes me away. I can see it in her eyes...beyond the pain, the hurt, and the anger...I see the blue eyes of a lonely scared girl. Someone who needs comfort, understanding, maybe love. Someone who doesn't know why the girl on the outside pushes me away.
But she does... every time she insults me, bullies me, tells me to go away and mind my own business. So I go, all the while feeling her eyes at my back.
I don't know what intrigues me about her, why I like her.
There are other girls in my class that are nicer, more stable, able to carry on conversations without insulting me.
But I'm drawn to her. I can't explain it. Maybe it's fate.
Maybe, one day, she'll stop, soften up, be civil. But until that day, I'll be here...watching out for her, maybe even loving her...a little.