Eyes.

She said, “She doesn’t look at you right.”

And I asked what that meant.

and she said, “She doesn’t look at you right.”

and I said explain.

and she said, “Spencer, you’re soft. You’re a soft man.”

and I said, “No, I’m not.”

and she said said,  “Yes, you are.”

and I said, “Yeah.”

and she said, “When you want to love someone, you look at them a certain way, the way I look at him, and she doesn’t look at you that way. Don’t get me wrong, you two might have a spark, and it might last a little while, and you might fuck or something adjacent to that, but she’s going to walk away and its going to ruin you because you’re soft. Because she isn’t.”

and I said, “Listen-”

and she said, ” I can see the next six months of your life: you two are going to leave this place, her not looking at you the right way, and you looking at her the way you do, and you’ll have your time together, whatever its going to look like, and you’ll travel, her still not looking at you the right way, and she’ll see so many things, so many big, grand, polarizing things, and your going to see them too, but she’ll be in the foreground of every picture, looking at the camera the way she should be looking at you, and it will leave pieces of you strewn across the islands because you’re soft.

and I said, “Sounds like you don’t think very much of her.”

and she said, “No, I don’t think very much of you.”

and I said, “Well that hurt.”

and she said, “It hurt because your soft.”

 

 

 

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