I tried to focus in her brown little eyes, but couldn't avoid staring at her neckline. Her gaze was deleterious and impressive, owlish. For a time, I was crazy about her. And I felt like a pervert.
She wanted me to make her my girl, she talked me everyday, she asked me to see her anytime, but I didn't want to get in the middle of a relationship with someone younger than me. Then, her ex-boyfriend appeared and she got involved with him again, and I regretted all those single moments when she stared at me and asked me to not look at her. She was nervous when I looked at her.
Later, she just simply got bored and I suffered my incapacity to date someone 10 years younger than me.
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