I Remember – #204

I remember walking a girl home one night.  I was very young.  Very nervous.  She liked me, I could tell, but I wasn’t sure if I liked her.  In her room, she kept sitting in such a way that I could have leaned in and kissed her at any time.  I didn’t.  I could have.  It doesn’t matter now, but I remember that nervous boy, and I’m sorry that she liked him because I just wasn’t ready.

-13 April 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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