I stare into the void called reality, thinking of her. Many other women run through my mind, but she stands out. I don't know why. Feelings of anxiety and depression come over me, because I never know what to do. To tell her or not. Sometimes I like to sit, hold it in, and let the feelings gnaw at my empty stomach. Sometimes I would rather surprise her with a passionate kiss. Three and a half months I've known her, but for the last few weeks, I've wanted to embrace her for walking into my life.
But I couldn't tell her how I feel. The words would sound awkward coming out of my mouth. I'm not exactly a very smooth talker. I'm a klutz and a screw-up. Actually, I'm not a klutz, but it felt good to write it down. However, I do have my good moments. Like it says in my profile, I'm an awkward soul. How can anybody like an awkward soul?
