First Impressions

Who

Is

She?

Where did

She come from?

Why won't she

Say much?

Does she think

She's better

Than me?

No, she's

Stuttering.

She must be stupid,

Scared

And shallow.

Someone not worth

My time.

There can't

Be much

To this

Simple girl.

She's wearing

Jeans

A tee

And a pair of

Converse Chucks.

She must not

Be original.

She can't even

Look me

In the eye.

What's wrong

With her?

Is she sad?

Mad?

Tired?

Disgusted?

I can't figure

Her out.

I'm done.

I'm

Walking away.

Look at him.

That one

In the corner,

Looking

Right

At

Me.

His eyes are

The most perfect

Shade of green.

I feel like

I could

Drown

In the waves of

Emerald and jade.

His expression

seems questioning,

could he be

pondering

some profound,

philosophical

theory

about the

laws of attraction?

He's

Walking over.

Oh, God.

I hope

I look alright,

In my favorite

Jeans,

My lucky

Tee,

And my new

Shoes.

He's asking me

For my name.

Stuttering,

I reply.

Great,

I'm already

s-s-s-tuttering.

He must think

I'm stupid.

But,

Who can blame him?

With the way

I'm fumbling

With words.

I'm so

Embarrassed

I can't

Look him in the eye.

And yet,

Maybe

He'll see

Past my error

And see

The many

Facets

Of me.

Maybe

He'll see me

For me,

For who

I really am,

And not

Just a

Simple girl

Who stutters

And says

Cliché ice-breakers

Like, "Nice party."

Very original,

Girl.

Way to

WOW

Him.

He seems

Upset,

Almost

Mad.

It looks like

He's going to

Say something.

Instead

He simply

nods

And

Walks away.

It's over.

I ruined it.