She is walking out of her dorm room. Same hallway. Same University. I have seen her everyday for two years but never got the guts to ask her for her heart.
I guess you could call me the shy guy. The one who stands in the corner and is invisible to all living things. No one notices me, but I notice everyone.
Her name even sounds majestic, just as her voice shines and her smile lights up the room. Clarissa is her name. Clarissa Maris Davis. She walks like a model with her light blonde hair cut to the shoulders with multiple bouncing curls.
I need to learn to face my fears and take some risks. I will get her! I will get that girl!
