Here we go

There's a girl her name is Betsy, she lives in the building opposite his. She's on my course.She used to hang out with a friend on his floor but nothing really happened there. She's only almost perfectly lovely. Quiet enough to be sweet and intriguing but quirky enough to be intresting and charming. She's tiny but healthy and seems whole enough to be able to actually participate in a relationip with someone other than herself. Her features are haunted by a slight anxiety or meloncholy that seems to promise understanding and make her all the lovelier.She's experienced enough to be mature and equal but not so much that she's cheap or trashy. She went to a boarding school and did sports. Culturally, socially the're from the same background. She dosn't really socialise much with people in her halls, not very extraverted either. In the next few weeks with nothing to do raely and free of obligation they'll get to know each other better and he'll hoover his room. I'll invite him to my birthday and he'll come because he dosn't feel strongly enough not to and by that time he'll be a lot happier and feel better towards me,the pity will come back. I'll make some sort of move out of depsperaton and hope, and he'll have to say that he can't. I'll press it because that's what I do and because I know why but I want to hear him say it. They might carry on for the summer or agree to get together afterwards when the year starts. He'll have his driving liscence then and he can come into London to see her or he mght even move here. She'll probably be the one to end it or it might go on. She won't let things slide as easily but he'll try this time.