Geez, every time I see you I want to throw up.  You always seem to be radiant or something.  I’m not sure what it is.  I just don’t want to get in your way.

But it’s more than that.  I forget how to breathe when I see you, and then I have to remind myself, “Breathe, otherwise you’ll die.”  And then I start breathing again and my heart’s doing flips in its cage. It won’t sit still and then I start perspiring.

Oh, the sweat. Please, don’t soak my shirt.  Don’t make me smell bad.  Please stop sweating right now.  Please!

And here you come.  You look angelic, you know.  Did you know that?  You’re the most beautiful creature in existence.  Everything goes in slow motion when you walk by.  And I can’t help but stare, but I hope you don’t catch me because I don’t know what you’ll do.  You’re hair is perfect, your eyes are like emeralds, you walk with such grace.  You’re like a work of art.

If I trip right here, right now, and fall on my face, I will truly die.  I don’t want to trip, but it seems my bones have vanished and my legs are getting weak.  So let me stop walking just in case tripping was actually about to happen.

Now I hope I don’t drop my books.  That would look dumb as hell, me just standing here and then all my stuff slips from my sweaty hands.  I’ll look so stupid.  Maybe I should put my stuff down, right there on the floor so I won’t drop it.  …But that would look pretty stupid, too.

Peers, these kids in this school, they shove past me.  Lockers are slamming, girls are giggling, boys are hollering.  How much longer until the bell rings?  Who knows.  I really don’t care because you’re here.

Things really do seem to move so much slower when you’re around.  But you’re only about a yard or so away from me.  I wonder if you’ll see me.  I wonder if you’ll come over and just talk to me.  I wonder if I’ll get up the nerve to–

And my heart stops because you just looked at me!  And what was that, a smirk?  A smile?  A smile!  And a wave?!  You acknowledged me existence!

I hope I don’t have a panic attack right now.  Right in the bust hall, in front of everyone, that would be the worst time for a panic attack.  My vision’s darkening or something.  Blackness is closing in around me–

Heart, please stop beating.  No, wait, don’t stop, but please slow down.  Don’t get too active, please, you’ll make me pass out.

I watch you go on your way.  Leave me here feeling weightless, I don’t mind.  I wish you’d come back though.  Maybe this time I will tell you what I’m feeling.  Or maybe tomorrow.  Whenever it is, it should be soon because I don’t know of my heart can handle it.