For a year and a half, I had watched you from a distance and wondered how any human being could be so perfect. I had watched you from every angle possible and studied you in every manner possible, and I had been left wondering without a clue. How anyone could be so achingly perfect in every sense was beyond me. You walk into a room and the whole atmosphere wraps sveltely around you. You seem to own the ground you set your foot on; the air wherever you go becomes yours instantly. The second you open your mouth to speak, people drop whatever else they are doing to listen to each and every word of yours with rapt attention. You always know the right words to say and the right thing to do. Never had I seen you to be mistaken or off beam in any situation. A person so flawless, I didn’t know whether I should look up to you or be scared of you because I could never measure up to your standards. You inspired me and intimidated me at the same time. Until yesterday, when I finally saw you for what you are.
What you are is heartless. A living human being with no warm blood flowing in your veins. An idol with no real qualities to make you human. Flawless in every way and yet so hollow. Charismatic in every sense, yet so distant from all around you. Diplomatic to the core but no fire and passion in your words. Charming beyond words but no guts to say out loud how you feel, no passion to claim what is rightly yours. A demi-god on the exterior, not even a human inside. What you are is lifeless and cold and I’d rather be blood and flesh and warmth and heart and fire and aggression and pain and tears than be stony cold lifeless hollow prude like you.