Missing you is so embarrassing. We’ve never even touched. But I looked you in your face once, and I now wish I’d never turned away. Maybe it was the nerves. I tend to be quite shy around strangers, believe it or not.
Are we still strangers if I think about you all the time? Why don’t you call me anymore? I wonder if polka dot rain boots will keep me from you again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? See you soon.