Short Stories.

1 He's just not that into me. 

I am trying to sleep, but then his memory comes back to me. His hands around me, the smell of his skin. Could somebody please, tell me if he thinks about me? I know, I have to get over it, I must! There are a lot of different guys smarter and even more handsome than he is, I know! 

There is this tall attractive man that I met the other day, he is nothing like the guy from my nightmares. Their ideas are totally different, I like more this tall good looking man.

I like him, but he doesn't likes me that much, somehow I like that. Inspite of that, I know that when he gets to like me... I might not be interested anymore. And of whom shall I write then? 

Stephen King says: "The precipitation is punished in the same way as the lack of merit. Can't you wait?"
I couldn't. My precipitation, his lack of merit... I think that is why he likes those big eyes from the other pretty girls, those who don't read. What a shame!