coffee stains [COMPLETED]

tuesday, november fifteenth

dear vic,
you just left my table. i was so nervous. you asked me what my name was. i told you after about thirty seconds of staring. you looked a bit scared of me, i wonder why. i instinctively covered my papers, that's top secret information, dude. you asked me if i was going to order anything and i politely declined. after that, you went back to the counter. my chest felt all tight and for once, the voices were quiet. like they were waiting in suspense, anticipation gluing their mouths shut. i couldn't make the connection that that was what liking someone felt like. you made my stomach twist and i felt like i was going to throw up. in a good way, though. remind me to ask my therapist what that meant. it was soon all over. the taunting voices chanted louder than ever, calling me a failure, worthless and every insulting word in the book. i had to stop and put my pen down for a few seconds to rest my head in my hands. after i was done warding the voices off, i saw you staring at me, concern written all over your face.
         will s.