Reading the Signs
Have you ever heard of people 'reading the signs'?
I, for one, have attempted that, but I always read them wrong. All the smiles, the jokes, the compliments. I thought they meant something. But that is my wishful thinking. Who am I to think that I am worth the time of day? I have already had it ingrained in me that I am not. But apparently not well enough.
I finally thought I might tell you how I feel, how I always felt, but I never got the chance. Because when I got to your locker, you were asking Chelsea Hawthorne to the dance.