I have spent so much time
dreaming
about the day I saw you again.
What I would say,
what I would look like,
what you'd look like.
And it was nothing like the
romantic gestures my mind
created.
But my heart did stop
for a second,
and then start beating
uncontrollably.
I lost all words and just
stood there looking at you,
speechless.
Oh my god,
so handsome..
even more than I remember.
And then you were looking at
me,
but I couldn't tell if you
liked what you saw.
This girl that you've talked to
for years..
is she everything you thought?
Does it matter?
It does to me,
because I felt my face
catch on fire,
and my hands started sweating.

I mean, I was a mess.
And I still am.