a movie script ending

Three times I caught your glance. Three times I looked down. And in each split second, when the depth of your eyes magnetized mine, a surge shot right underneath my skin. I could not risk being translucent. My eyes would have given away my disappointment.

I was a walking clueless for a week. Clueless of what happened hours after you left me in the middle of the street. The last time I thought I would see much of you would wound up being the episode triggering the premature end of this little creep show.

We both know she likes you. She's a vulture and you're her prey. And you willed yourself to become her late night dinner, taking her for your midnight snack. Was it all about sex? Lust? Could you have gone a longer way had she not been too exhausted that day? A meaningless sex with my ex-friend? A ploy to put up a wall in our middle?

And yet another mistake for overrating your quality. I just thought you'd know better.

It's a nice feeling you get when, finally, you can recognize how completely dried up all your attraction has been for someone not worth even just a milligram of your attention. I can now trash and laugh it all out after a struggle of many, many months. And the last strongest pill that cured me out of that nonsense was you. But then, I realized, though I was out with the old, I am still out with the new. Everyone knows how much she likes you. Nobody knows she likes you more than I do. But I can't turn my head around thinking past what happened that night. When you fucked the same girl your dastard friend almost boned a couple of weeks before he sealed his ring. The same dastard I was more than relieved and not a hair strand sorry to have been cashed.

I will miss you, have been, actually. Crappy, I know. But history repeats for those who refuse to recognize it. This is the same tint that messed up our bond. Nobody wants to get treated as a competition when you're just trying to be a friend.

"Passing through unconscious states
When I awoke, I was on the highway..."

Too many coils, too much twisted tale, too much for me to bear. And now that this little creep show has been increasingly fucking fantastic, I hail a taxi cab and go ride home.

"With your hands on my shoulders
A meaningless act
A movie script ending..."
- "A MOVIE SCRIPT ENDING" by Death Cab For Cutie

...:::j u l i e:::...