I am blue. a very short story.

He looked at me. Now he is waving. Why can’t i do anything? I tried to studder a word, but all that came out was a smile and a blush. I should have dressed for a better occasion. Why did I listen to my mother about wearing things grandma made. I hope the puzzle pieces make sense. I hope they connect my path. There he goes again. This time he’s smiling back. Just one word, please, just one word mouth. I finnaly stand up. I walk to him. He looks at me. I studder a hi. He replies “Hey, can you please say hey to the girl behind your blue hair for me. She hasn’t even recognized that i’ve been looking at her”. I do not move. I am blue.