What kills me is knowing that she’s going off to college in a few weeks. Don’t get me wrong though; it’s a really good thing that she is. I’m completely for education and I know that she’ll do great things there. But it’s just knowing that she’ll be in a lecture, focusing and listening and taking notes, when it happens. It’s just knowing that it’ll be her first class ever in college and it’s going to happen there and then. I know it will.
A boy’s eyes will wander and spot her sitting a few rows ahead of himself. He’ll notice the natural wave of her hair, the delicate curve of her jaw. But he won’t know her face; no, not yet. He’ll be trapped for about 44 cruel minutes, waiting for dismissal, waiting for his chance to see her face. Until then, he’ll think of all the ways he can introduce himself in a way that will catch her eye.
He won’t wait for a few classes to pass. He won’t wait for a chance encounter somewhere on campus.
It’s going to happen there and then.
He won’t wait.