You tell her you want her, she says no. You hold her hand, she pulls it away. You wonder what her problem is. You envy that smile. You feel she is just not that into you. You feel someone like her deserves a different destiny. You stay annoyed. You throw things in the room. You forget. You move on.
The crowd has gone. She is alone. Not lonely. Maybe only alone. She removes the mask of pretense. Slips into her jammies, plays some music, puts the lights off and lays down. She thinks about you. She remembers how you make her laugh. She replays the moment when you had held her hand. Her eyes sparkle at the constant thoughts of you. She smiles. She tosses around, stares at the phone, writes a long text and then deletes it. A tear rolls down. She had pulled her hand away.
Because in her world... it is not meant to happen.