My palms are clammy.
My forehead is sweaty.
My heart, it feels as though it was to burst from my chest.
I want to look in the mirror to see if I am ok; food between my teeth? my lipgloss is perfect? my eyes are clean? my hair is fixed? are there any stains on my shirt?
I am so nervous.
so nervous.
'hey.'
'hey.' I didn't stutter that's a miracle.
the boy before me; tall, well built, beautiful smile.
My crush. Finally, he is right before me.
But I am here writing down my wistful thinking.

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