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Excuse Me, Can I Kiss You?
Oh. You’re beautiful.
Wait, I didn’t mean that… I’ve only seen you this once.
What a perfect once.
I can’t breath. Oh my god, I’m breathless.
And you’re standing twenty feet away from me.
So close, so so close but just too far.
You pass me.
You brush my arm.
I’ll be your paint. Brush me again please.
Geez I can’t stop thinking about you.
My mind is racing with fantasies, I wish we lived in a storybook…
There you are again.
Oh god, that smile.
Could you smile at me?
Can you melt me with your smile?
I love being warm and you make me feel warm inside.
I like that feeling a lot. Smile again, please.
I’m noticing your hair now.
It’s dark and windblown and you run your fingers through it a lot.
I imagine my fingers in your hair.
My hands begin to shake.
You’re captivating, ravishing.
Shh, here you come.
It’s taken me a whole minute to catch my breath since you brushed past me a minute ago.
My heart is pounding in my stomach.
You’re right in front of me.
I have to squeeze my hands into fist so I don’t touch your back.
I can hear your voice in front of me and it’s making my eyes water.
It’s deep and alluring and I want my name to roll off your tongue.
My name is Michaela.
Oh wait, you can’t hear me.
It’s 11:11 and I’m wishing for your eyes.
They are hazelnut brown and never catch my grassy-green ones.
Because you don’t know I exist…
Well, you know I exist but you don’t know I exist, you know?
Hey, what’s up?
No that’s lame.
Hi, you’re Sam, right?
Duh. Of course you are.
Too late, you already past me and my words went down the wrong way.
Now I’m trying not to throw them up.
Oh wow, your lips are lovely.
Baby pink and full of mystery.
I really like mysteries.
Excuse me, can I kiss you?
God I want to kiss you.
Now I’m fantasizing about kissing you.
Wait, where am I?
Fantasy, reality, such a fine line.
But a definite line.
I kind of really like you.
Like, like like you.
Can I kiss you?
Wait, I haven’t even said a word to you and you don’t know I exist.
I can’t just kiss you. There are rules.
And you don’t know I exist.
Here I am! Over here. Down here…
I want you to smile for me. I want to your hazelnut eyes on me.
I want you to say my name.
I want to trace your pretty face with my fingers.
And then run them through that dark hair.
I want you. Bad.
I’m going to talk to you.
I listened to motivational melodies this morning and I’m going to talk to you.
Here I go, here you come.
Wait, there you go again.
No, come back, I’m ready this time.
Geez, who’s that love-sick girl?