Saturday, February 25, 2006
How many times does it happen after you've passed puberty? When you're faced with someone who captures your interest completely, when you think that there may be a chance this person finds you interesting too? When you secretly hope, as crazy as the idea sounds, that things could be different, but then reality crashes back down? When all the thoughts running through your head buzz so loudly you can't hear yourself think? When all you could want is a sign, however feeble, of being acknowledged by another? When all you have to offer is a feeble "Please don't walk away and I promise to say something intelligent"? Why here? Why now? It's too soon, I'm not ready for this.
Posted on Saturday, February 25, 2006