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I stood in front of him, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
Never in a million years would I have thought I would ever be so nervous around a guy… But then again, I never expected to find something like this. The only thing I hadn’t found – yet, as I hoped – was a way to tell him.
“Do you – Have you ever been nervous when you talked to somebody you usually don’t talk to? Like the dork in High School scraping together every last bit of courage he has and asking the Captain of the Cheerleading Squad to go to Prom with him?” I ask, my voice way more shaky than I would have liked.
He nodded that he knew the kind of feeling I described.
“This is ten times worse than that.”
