I can’t talk to him. I can’t make eye contact... Heck, I couldn’t even be in the same air space vicinity and not act all stiff and awkward and be a red tomato and stuff.
You’d pretty much see me staring at the ground or at my feet or ANYWHERE ELSE but the direction of where my crush is at. If you didn’t know me, you’d probably think that I must absolutely hate this person.
Oh, if you only knew how much.