AN: I was thinking about how I act/sound when I'm speaking to my science teacher... whom I like :P I must sound like an idiot.

I’m Stuttering Again

I’m stuttering over words that mean a million things, but these things I take to heart and are things I want you to know. I’m trying to keep it cool. I’m trying to hold it all together, but I can’t. For me that’s typical.

It feels as though a thousand words attached to strings are being pulled from my mouth simultaneously and they crash into the walls and on the floor, also simultaneously. And you stand there with that confused yet serious look on your face as I try to pick the pieces back up and restring them so that they make sense. Somehow I string them wrong this time and the meaning has been lost, again. They make no sense at all and I don’t want you to think I’m stupid. I don’t want you to think I can’t speak, but, when I’m around you, coherence is lot and thought process fly’s out the window.

It’s your eyes. The one’s I get lost in when I’m looking at you. Also, It’s your hair. I can’t get over how soft it looks. Just how perfect you are and yet not one person notices.

I’m turning a darker shade of red by the second so I laugh trying to take it all in stride. I wave it off and say “never mind”. This seems to be a habitual response to confusion and I’m sorry for that because I have put it off until another day.

Deep down I know that day will end up like the abysmal car crash of today, and yet still I hope.

Part of me says that driving a car so that it doesn’t crash takes a lot of practice. Driving a car to your heart may be just as rigorous.