the wrong one

picture this. you're sitting at a bar. a boy comes along, attracted to you, says words. says how beautiful you are, your smile, your hair, your eyes. says you're the nicest girl he's met. but he doesn't really listen, y'know, he asks but hears nothing but white noise. when you tell him what you're passionate about, he tells you what he's passionate about. does he really want to know what makes your heart beat everyday? or is he just trying to be that perfect guy, just trying for something he wants, the prize, not the girl, not the things that make her happy or sad, the movies she can watch over and over again, the songs that make her bounce in her step as she walks to work or makes her cry at 2pm in the afternoon, her family, where she's been, what makes her tick.

but sometimes, it takes other people to show you what you want. who you want. to push you gently in the right direction of the person who really cares about those little things.