Saphire-Rose80s

Dear Manchurian Candidate, Get that glare out of your eyes. I can hardly see you through it. You seem like such an observer such a watcher. It makes me feel slightly better about myself, about my own habits. Whenever I look at you, you always manage to look up, to the right. Whenever you look up, to the right, I always manage to look at you. I feel like you’re always watching the world, making little footnotes about it. That’s how you always manage to look up, to the right. I feel like maybe you’re trying to pretend I don’t exist. We always pass each other with glances and eye contact, but no words. There is somethin