Awkward. Basically awkward.
Awkward in the way I express interest.
How shall proceed? I seem to exist simply as a speck of sand in the vast ocean. How shall I stand out, when what I seek is akin to the pearl on the beach?
Alas, words stumble across my lips, causing a cacophony of sorts as I trip over each syllable unto the abyss of dialogue death.
Would that I could, I'd like more time, more opportunities, more natural occurrences... Just less a sense of needing to induce a happening.
Ah well, one can dream for now, one can hope.
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