You were laughing.
Your head tilted back, your eyes disappearing into crescents and your bunny teeth on show.
I was sitting at the corner of the cafeteria my full attention on you and no one else. My friends know about you, how much you affect me.
I hate their glances of pity.
We started talking more often during work and I felt, for lack of a better word, ecstatic.
I'll take every chance I could just to get to talk to you.
Desperate.
Pathetic.
You asked if we could exchange numbers and I agreed. So, here I was, under the dining table in my dining room, contemplating whether I should send you a text or not.
I didn't.