Many wanted what she had, but she wanted him to want what she had. She wanted him to look at her, to see what she had, but she didn’t want him to know she wanted him to look, to see; she didn’t want him to think she was the type of person who would want him to see. She wanted him to want to look at her, to see what she had, so that when she would allow him to look, to see, he would think, “I wanted to, and she let me because I wanted to, not because she herself wanted me to.”
He did want what she had, he wanted to look at her, to see what she had. He wanted her to want him, and to want him to want her, to want him to look at her, to let him look, to see, to show him what she had; but he didn’t want her to think he wanted her before she wanted him to want her, so he waited while she waited, and there they still remain, waiting. Wanting.
[Something I wrote a while ago which I liked and hoped to post somewhere more public, but gave up, I guess. Edited 16-12-2022]
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