twenty four.

sophomore year, and i have chemistry with you

the class, i mean

we've had several presentations to do

and we could get extra credit, if we asked questions,

when you presented, your voice was low,

but since i was in the front, i could hear you just fine,

your presentation was nice, and i wanted to ask a question, but i didn't

because maybe, it would have been obvious, that after all these years, you still make me nervous.

but i could have sworn you looked at me.

when i presented, i was so nervous,

but since the front lights were off, i didn't have to worry about anyone noticing the blood rushing to my face,

i tried to project my voice, and act nonchalant about the whole situation,

but i had to sway back in forth, to prevent from everyone noticing my knees shaking

when i finished, you raised your hand, and asked me a question,

your mere gaze made me even more nervous

but i answered the question nonetheless.

i want to thank you, because it seemed that you knew how uncomfortable i was

and you asked a question, so i could sit back down in my seat,

at least, that's the way that i interpreted your actions,

but now that i look back on it,

it was probably the first time we actually talked directly since fifth grade

you're so mean.