Let me tell you the story of how you brought out the bravery hidden deep within me.  Let me tell you how I’m so shy and reserved that people can know me for years and never know anything about me.  But let me also tell you how I summoned every wisp of courage-like emotion within me each and every time I spoke to you, so scared was I of my feelings not being reciprocated.  And let me tell you how I hid nothing, for I wanted you terribly, but I wanted you to like me only if you knew the true me.  Let me tell you about how impatiently I waited for you to make a move, until I couldn’t take it a moment longer.  And let me tell you too about being determined, so I left my number for you to find-sick of waiting for you to ask for it, but also wanting to give you the choice of whether or not to use it.  And let me tell you about later that day, when I asked you if you liked me, and how I thought I would faint, but I just had to know.  Let me tell you how my heart dropped when you answered that you needed to get to know me better, for I had already bared so much of myself.  But let me tell you about the hope you had given me, because you had come to my work area to talk, as well as texted me to give me your number.  Let me tell you how out of character all of this was for me-someone who didn’t talk to people, much less put myself out there to be rejected.  But let me tell you too how I used this newfound courage to call you for the first time that night.  And let me tell you about how I smiled instead of cried the entire ride home, for the first time in a very long time.