You work as security in my neighborhood and I seem to have developed a crush on you. I don’t want my hopes to wrongfully color the prolonged eye contact and shy smiles exchanged, but a part of me hopes beyond hopes that maybe there is something more. When you said you were looking forward to seeing me during your shift, I felt butterflies for the first time in 5 years. I’d like to approach you, but I am painfully shy and embarrassed. You are so lovely, polite, respectful, and kind hearted. I hope to work up the nerve to speak to you more. Maybe this weekend?
