Senior

There's me.

Walking down the hallway like normal.

All alone with no one around.

Great.

There you are.

Standing with your fellow football buddy.

Your a senior.

I'm a freshman.

You shouldn't even notice me.

I walk past you but something makes me look into your eyes.

Our eyes meet.

We just stare at each other.

I can't look away.

We stand there looking at each other for at least a whole minute.

It felt like forever.

But I grew the power to make myself look down and continue walking.

Once I passed you I had to grab onto the bar for support.

Butterflies were invading my stomach and I couldn't breathe.

What was that?

You tell me.