No, but my voice cracked and how embarrassing is that? I, a fully
grown man, have resorted to acting like a prepubescent boy just
looking at your smile, and how the sun is reflected against the
sheen of your auburn hair. My palms are slick with sweat and I
hope you don't know it but you do, I can tell. Because you
look so smug and you keep trying to hold my hand, which I
don't understand at all. God, I'm so gross why are you
still looking at me. I hate you so much I want to wipe that smug
look of your face with my face but not violently, no. Tenderly
and lovingly and all those good words. You must know what I'm
thinking because you're smart and I'm not. So naturally,
you start mocking me in Portuguese and you know I don't even
understand Spanish but still, you continue and I'm so
confused. Are you asking me to leave? Because I can go if you
want me to, I'll understand. And then you're really close
and I'm really uncomfortable because I'm pretty sure if I
can see your freckles than you can see I have really deep worry
lines in my forehead. But now you're a breath away and
suddenly you blow into my face, Like I'm a dog, before
whispering "eu te amo" and I may be bad at languages
but I took a (failed) course in Latin and so I'm pretty sure
I know what that means.