[Write a story or poem that starts with the word “hello” or other greeting.]

Hello,

Was what he told me,

His smile I,

couldn’t tell was phony.

Cute,

He said was I,

Successfully flattering me,

Not knowing it was a lie.

His goal,

To sell a membership,

This lonely one,

Understood as courtship.

There I went,

For quite a while,

Working out,

Putting in the extra mile.

It took me too long,

Pursuing him needlessly,

Unknown to me,

How he thought of me secretly.

He never said it to my face,

But his friends did,

How according to them,

I looked worse than a squid.

I never blamed him,

For he was just too nice,

And I too oblivious,

To see that I was worth less than lice.

Which apparently his friends thought I was,

Acting like a parasite,

Attached to him by a crush,

But never having the courage to bite.

Though not everything is based on looks,

It can help quite a bit if you’re pretty,

Not everything will be different,

But life just won’t be as gritty.