It was my freshman year of college. You played flute in concert band. I played clarinet. You made me nervous. You nearly kissed me when I was staring at your red lipstick with your polka-dotted navy blue dress. I meant to ask you out sometime during college. My heart always raced when it came to you. I was speechless around you which is a compliment to you because when it comes to music I never shut up. Yes I know this is gay poetry. I mean this. All of this. I know I am socially awkward sometimes stoic. But I mean well, my intentions are pure. I like taking things slow. I wanted to start out as your friend then give you a love confession but I didn't get the chance to. You can ask our ginger friend for my number if this won your heart. I just wanted somewhere to start.