Whist

He lied in the sun, soaking up the rays but only enjoying them for a brief moment before the heat was too much.  The party circled around him and he slipped into the pool to cool down and to visit with some friends.  I know he wasn't watching me, I can't read his thoughts, but I was pretending I did.  I wanted to get to know him, or get to know him better.  But it's like that guy I'll never talk to.  The combination hasn't lined up for me to try and give him a shot.  I'm frightened of his rejection or him asking to just be friends, or even his disinterest in pursuing a friendship.  I want to deserve him.  I want to shine in his eye like a jewel.
Wa wa wa... enough longing and yearning for one night.