Be cool, Karsten. She’s a person just like you.
I’m in a situation.
I keep thinking that there is no way to convey my feelings in words, that the situation I’m in is totally unique and that the conflicts and crushing spells of self-doubt I’m facing are all-new to our species.
But I shouldn’t lie to myself like this.
I know she’s quiet and selective with who she talks to. I know she knows how ridiculously gorgeous she is. I know she knows that guys fall prey to her all-powerful charm more often than most other girls at the school.
Fuck it. I gotta grow a pair. I gotta do this.
