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I Wasn’t Ready
It all started a few months ago; I was at a coffee shop and witnessed a girl spill her drink. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I could feel my boiling, viscous, blood ascending towards my rosy cheeks and forehead, only furthering their bright red color. To say I was nervous is an understatement—my chest felt like sheet iron and my throat tightened like a noose, barely allowing enough room to breathe, let alone speak. After spending more time than I would care to admit convincing myself to relax and act confident, I finally approached her: the girl who quickly invaded my thoughts and instantly had an unyielding vice on my heart. I desperately scoured my brain trying to conjure up something witty and cute to say in hopes of seeing her gorgeous lips trace themselves into a smile. Without even touching me, this girl I hadn’t even met yet put me in a strangle hold and refused to let go, even after I tried to tap out. Unfortunately, my nerves quickly got the best of me, and I walked past her without any attempt at a conversation. However, as I looked over my shoulder and realized nobody even acknowledged the incident, I rushed back to help her clean it up.
By [email protected]6 years ago in Humans