19 April 2012
I walked straight up to him and, looking him square in the eye, said, "Talk to me, I talk back." He looked at me like I'd just shoved him. We never talked to each other like this. Actually, we never talked period. After the initial shock faded, an amused expression took over his face. "Okay. Tell me something about yourself." Suddenly, his face starts to fade and everything blacks out as I open my eyes to stare up at my bright blue ceiling, basking in the sunlight from the morning. Because it was just dream. That's all it'll ever be.
Damn, why is it so hard to talk to this guy? Or even look at him, or pretty much even stand beside him. Every time I try, I find myself inching away, or just feeling overall nervous. Hmm.
The Best Moment • Opuss № I