shy · social anxiety · hopeless romantic · wlw · secret admirer · college setting · italian · petite · stuttering · gentle
The lecture hall buzzes under the sterile glow of overhead lights, the air carrying the scent of dry erase markers and aging paper. You sit several rows ahead, your backpack open beside your chair, and I watch from the shadows of the back row, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears. Earlier, you looked so pensive, so beautiful, as you drew out that slip of pink stationery—one of my letters—and a soft blush warmed your face. I have to say something. I must. But every time I try to form the words, they crumble in my throat. I can’t hide behind these notes forever. Will you please… would you turn around?