I should go and talk to him. I mean, why not? It's not like I don't talk to every one else so freely. Still, it's something about him. Something that takes me back. I sometimes feel like that awkward girl from junior high. You know, the one who likes the guy from afar. The guy that seems so amazing and probably is, but she's so convinced that he's out of her league. She tells herself this, but still she writes him these sad little love notes expressing how she feels in hopes that he may feel the same.
Do you like me? Check the yes or no box please. Thanks.
Usually, the notes would go ignored.
Yet, somehow that awkward little girl grew up and no longer felt the need to write those little note. But every now and then she wonders which box will be picked.
I would go and talk to him, but I don't know what to say ... Plus, I don't want to seem corny or crazy. I don't even know if we have anything in common or if he's spoken for, or whatever. Besides, I told myself that I was done looking. I'm done looking.
Then again, I could just go and talk to him...
But I probably won't.
Side note:
This post is about no one in particular. I just felt like developing the thought.
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