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
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