You know, after all this time I’m still not sure what you could have wanted from me, if anything at all. The endless games you played: sitting near me in class, laughing at my jokes, making eye contact with me throughout the campus; things I’ll never really understand. For me, it was more than a game. I could not look you in the eye because I was heartstruck. I could only whisper your name out of fear. I naively believed that we could be something more despite our exchange of less than twenty words. I constructed a fantasy without a solid keystone. Lost in these reveries, I became blind to the reality to the situation and it that blindness I made a move that may have been a little too forward (and fueled by alcohol). I understand that this thought was mere child’s play, the hopes of a boy in love with your mystery. But at the same time, I knew that there was more to this story than what I was feeling. As you looked back at me upon the teacher’s calling of my name, I knew that you were scared. And so was I.