People don't look at me long enough to learn about me. They don't stop to observe me, find out my likes, dislikes, what makes me click, what saddens me, or anything else. People don't look at me long enough to see I have so much love to offer. I hoped it wasn't true but it is true that I am not pretty enough to make one's eyes linger. To attract and to keep this attention. And so no one will ever get to know me, and all my romance will dry up.












