or when you wish something would happen.
he sleeps in psychology after spending almost four hours taking a test which i dread taking in a year. i offer him my jacket after he complains of the cold.
he's so still. we engage, and we flirt, and we look each other in the eye and walk with each other to class yet no fate-determining words have been exchanged.
i am too scared to approach him with those questions. i'm supposed to believe this thing is mutual, but i am so terrified that it isn't because what if he doesn't and i've been observing things all wrong?
i don't know how to move closer to him, so maybe i will begin a trail of nudges and hints.
hopefully i won't fuck up.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
