He was young and stupid. She was young and beautiful. From the very first day that he met her, he thought only of her. She didn’t even know he existed. He thought she had the sweetest smile in the whole wide world. She thought nothing. He didn’t dare to speak to her. She didn’t care to speak to him.
With a single purpose in his life, he set out to be somebody. He toiled day and night, he lost all his friends, he lost all contact with humanity, he lost the last few human traits that he had. And then one day, more machine than human, he emerged victorious. In one single stroke, with one single achievement, he proved his worth to all around him. They spoke highly of him, but it all felt very empty. He brushed them aside, and did one last thing. He spoke to her.
He did not want to feel rejected.
She was young and beautiful. She knew who he was. She smiled. And she spoke to him.
She had the sweetest smile in the whole wide world. She talked about his accomplishments, she talked about her boyfriends, she talked about their schooldays, she talked about her present life. He just stood and stared.
He thought nothing. He didn’t care to speak.
He felt dejected.
So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.