Crush

I saw you through the crowd. Ever the shy type, I said a quiet "hello" and turned my eyes away. Call me the hopeless romantic and you will not be wrong. When I see you in passing, it is the same way; I say "hi" then I am stuck, for all the things I want to say to you will not come to my lips. I have no idea what would happen, whether you would be flattered or insulted that someone, so…different… would like you. I feel like a little kid in that manner: going up to the pretty girl in the class, with much shuffling of feet, stuttering and an erratic heartbeat. He asks her if she would like to go to a movie or something sometime, his heart hoping and praying with all his might that she says yes. And that maybe, just maybe, she might like him back.