Gosh, I just feel sick when I see you. It must be partially nervousness, nervous that I will fall while walking and you will see, nervous that your gonna come over and talk to me, nervous that I don’t look good enough, nervous that maybe this is the time that you will come over to me and say you like me (like that will ever happen).
I hope you don’t think I dislike you, I only act this way around you because I am shy. It is nothing against you, nothing at all. When I see you I just feel sick, when you flash me that gorgeous smile I think I am going to die.
Gosh, I really hope you are reading this. I want you to know that I like you. I really hope that you feel about me how I feel about you. If you do, please, please tell me. You will make me so happy.
Maybe I will have to give you a business card, then I know that you will read it.


