She’s not in my orbit. She’s untouchable.

Would she be interested in a guy like me? Doubtful. I’m not one of the cool kids.

She doesn’t know I exist.

She doesn’t see me.

All I can do is watch from a distance.

Every night.

Until she draws her bedroom curtains.

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Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Orbit. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers.

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