Liam Odynsky

There she is, in her beauty and grace. She sweeps down the hall like a swan on a warm summer’s eve.  She is beautiful, and I love her for that. I have longed for years for her to love me back, since grade 3 when I first became interested in girls, and today, I finally plan on complimenting her. At first I thought I would say straightforward that I liked her, but I knew I couldn’t build up the courage for that. Maybe a simple, I like your shirt would be good, yes, I think that is exactly what I will say. She comes closer to me every instant, how long until it is close enough for me to say something, three meters? Maybe four? Oh no she is wearing a sweater, how could I compliment her shirt if I can’t see it, what if she thinks I’m a peeping Tom… I’m close enough, it’s time to say something…but I just can’t? The words get stuck in my mouth. I make eye contact, and she smiles. I look away, more shy than like to let on. I keep walking, and will keep walking, too shy to speak to her, for as long as I can. But that eye contact, it gave me hope, and I think I will try again tomorrow.