He's there.

Purple skater shoes,

His last name on the back,

Talking all gamer and yet focused on



I'm there.

Blouse and make up on-

Trying super hard to impress him.

I hope it's working.  I really do like



Across from me.

He stands up to stretch-

Excuse to move next to me.

Jealous of his friend who also sits by



Next to him,

Pupils dilating too.

I don't think I can breathe.

I'm wondering if he also thinks that



Can be.

Never letting go,

Will it go like we hope?

Only if we can summon the courage.


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