"The Girl From That Time"
An Awkward Moment
There I am, just minding my business–going where I'm going, doing what I do (headphones on 'cause I don't wanna be bothered)–when suddenly I get this feeling: butterflies.
And my eyes meet hers.
I'm in cardiac arrest. Forgot how to breathe. Can't think.
The whole world falls away as this goddess materializes before me.
Am I dreaming?
She floats nearer and my heart is damn-near beating out of my chest
reaching for hers
both of us moving in slow motion and--
Wait, no.
No, no, no.
That's just my legs. Dragging me forward like a robot.
Since when was walking so hard??
Oh God.
She's so close, I gotta say something!
Be cool or be myself?
Or both?
But it's too late, she's passing me.
We've made and broken eye contact four times already and I don't wanna be weird... so I just keep it pushing.
Fuck my life.
- m.w.
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Michael Wolfe
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