Her glasses sat on the desk, a habit she had picked up from the drummer who occupied her thoughts too often. Not that she minded.

Isn't it odd what you are willing to do to get a person to like you, then you spend all of your waking moments wondering if they return your feelings?
It seems so corny and unnatural when you think it over. You usually present yourself as composed, whether or not you are is your own decision to disclose.
What corrupts the balance? What sparks those gushy thoughts that embarrass you when you think about them, about how silly they are.

You know it won't last but you don't care. Is this universal?
Then again, you aren't thinking about the universe. You are thinking about yourself and the variable, the X to your real life equation.

You don't even mind the self-conscious effort of changing to form what they want you to be, or at least what they think they want you to be. You don't even seem equate the fact that they like you for who you are. Unless they only see the mask you put on yourself and like that instead.

And then you worry again. You wonder if it is all in vain, then when you are around them those thoughts fade into assurance. And then the cycle continues.