So here I sat, alone in my bed, thinking about HER for the umpteenth time today. If I closed my eyes I could see her freckles. She hated the way they took up her cheeks and nose but every one of those little brown spots was perfect to me. It suddenly occurred to me that I'd see her tomorrow and my heart rose in my chest like a dog, excitedly waiting for its owner to come home. "Tomorrow is the day" I thought to myself, but deep down I probably knew it wouldn't happen. I probably wouldn't have the courage. When you've been a lonely, dreadfully skinny white boy as long as I have, working up the confidence to ask out girls is a struggle. Maybe it would be better to not ask her out at all. Isn't once enough times to have the girl you are in love with see you puke? "No." I said to myself. I had to ask her out. I'd hate myself if I didn't. Once again the image of myself puking on her shoes popped into my head. Despite the struggle my head was having with my heart, a little laugh forced its way out of my mouth. Finally I decided to stop thinking and went to sleep.
