Love, Sorta... Kinda... Not Really

by Azama

Today, on the bus, I saw an overweight girl completely rearrange her friends and herself, so that a boy she obviously liked would sit next to her. He did, but only because the bus was full. As soon as it cleared up, like a magnet, he moved to hit on her thinner, more socially acceptable friend. I saw her face fall as her heart ripped in two. I wanted to reach out to the sad, fat girl, and hug her, and tell her that everything will be all right one day, somewhere out there there's a man who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter how you are, and who knows, he might even be the guy sitting next to you on the bus. But... uh, not me.


Azama is just your average mass transit zombie. 'Nuff said.