Today, I will face my fears. I will walk into that classroom, sit beside him, and swallow the butterflies fluttering from my heavy tongue. Mayhap we’ll admit ourselves and our thoughts to one another, or perhaps we won’t. Perhaps we’ll simply sit in compatible silence until he turns too awkwardly, hits my foot, and brings me to a blush. But be with him I will, whether it be as friends or companions, and happy I will be.
And then, I’ll return home with a smile crooked on my face and my nerves complacent in my belly. And I will grow wings and fly far away, just like a bird on a summer horizon.
