with her, there was a racing heart.
when we were alone it was because of nerves
--the good kind.
that kind that built up to our first kiss.
the problem came with other eyes on us.
my hands would sweat out of fear.
my eyes constantly scanning the crowds
searching for someone i knew.
she was so proud and bright.
i was ashamed.
people would talk. i couldn't handle it.
they ruined everything,
they made me ruin everything.