Duck and Cover.

I did it. 
Yes. It was a spur of the moment decision, one in which I'm not entirely proud of, but I did it nevertheless. I added him. >Deep breath<
The minute that I did however, I regretted it. Why would he accept my request when we've barely spoken a few words? 
The wait was horrid. Especially when the power went out campus wide. 
But then it happened.
He accepted.
And in that moment, that moment of pure joy and complete stalker-ness, I did the dance of joy.
He makes me happy. And he doesn't even know. 


Funny story. 
Ready? 
I figured it out. When I'm on my way back from class, he's headed to his class. Every Monday and Wednesday our paths cross. But every time that he passes me by, I duck and cover. I hide behind my short, fluffy hair and keep my head down. Inside though, I'm dying. I'm literally about to explode. And every time he passes me by, I look behind, and I smile.