We need some help on Aisle 10
So, there is this girl who I see quite sporadically around the campus who I really have not been able to get out of my mind since I first saw her. Every time I see her, I cannot help but think to myself about her ravishingly beautiful she looks. I spend so much time thinking about it, that when she even walks near-by to me, I loose all track of any thought I had before except for those relating to her, my hands become unreliable in holding things like pencils and pens and (in the words of the great Professor K.) my heart gets that uki-uki-waku-waku feeling.
I really do not understand what has come over me. Is it a crush? Is it love? Is it lust? Is it something else that I have somehow forgotten about perhaps even never knew about? I want to know. At least, I think I do.
In all reality, I have not really even spoken with the aforementioned girl. Besides one time, when I was formally introduced to her (I had seen her twice before this occasion and was already profoundly fascinated by her beauty) through someone else. But being in the nervous state I was, I spoke only with the introducer, even though this girl tried to speak with me. Then letting my emotions get the best of me, I made some lame excuse and hastily left.
I want to meet her. No, I want to know her. I want to know if she has ever had a second thought about me. I want to know if she already has a boyfriend. I want to know if she wants join me in going (ballroom-)dancing? Or maybe to the movies? Out to dinner?. I want to know something!
My, my Mr. Heart, it has been a long time since I paid attention to you like this, has it not?
I really do not understand what has come over me. Is it a crush? Is it love? Is it lust? Is it something else that I have somehow forgotten about perhaps even never knew about? I want to know. At least, I think I do.
In all reality, I have not really even spoken with the aforementioned girl. Besides one time, when I was formally introduced to her (I had seen her twice before this occasion and was already profoundly fascinated by her beauty) through someone else. But being in the nervous state I was, I spoke only with the introducer, even though this girl tried to speak with me. Then letting my emotions get the best of me, I made some lame excuse and hastily left.
I want to meet her. No, I want to know her. I want to know if she has ever had a second thought about me. I want to know if she already has a boyfriend. I want to know if she wants join me in going (ballroom-)dancing? Or maybe to the movies? Out to dinner?. I want to know something!
My, my Mr. Heart, it has been a long time since I paid attention to you like this, has it not?