I'm not that much of a courageous man, I'm just another twenty-four year old soon to be docotor, whose mother won't shut up about grand children and when I will bring home my significant other.
Is it wrong to be patient?
She's been stressing me out lately and it sucks, to have a nosey mother next to a bunch of exams, so I visited more frequent than usual just to see your smile.
You were getting so good with your conversation skills that you now stood at the cash register whenever I happend to have a quick visit to get a coffee to go.
You're voice was incredibly cute, yet not too high, it was somehow soothing and comforting, it helped a lot to hear your voice after another stressful day.
Your name tag was spelling a name that I could not pronounce without your help, but I was too shy to ask at first.
You seemed fun and everyday I swore myself to talk a bit more to you the next day.
