there is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other. especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
it's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel its really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour.
...i felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.