Busy

She was speaking..She spoke all the time. Tried to be funny, tried to be boisterous. Just so he would look at her. Just so he would appreciate her. She knew how boring she was. She knew he would never look at her if she was herself. She knew that. So she went on, trying to be funny and trying to be smart. But whenever she asked for his opinion, he did not reply except for a casual 'yes' or 'no' or 'good'. So she tried...tried to find things that were interesting to him, pretended to be interested in those things..The one time he showed some interest in what she liked, she was overjoyed! She gladly began telling him about it until he fell asleep. The next day, she again began, but he was busy. She brushed off everything aside, and began talking about the things that interested him. He spoke. She listened. She wasn't paying much attention to what he said; she was just taken in by his lovely voice. His warm voice. When he ended, there was not much left for her to speak of. But she wanted to hear his voice. Just his voice would make her happy. So she played the clown again. Hoped for him to smile. Just to hear a few of his words. He never looked. He was busy..