/lit/ - Literature

Can't stop thinking about it. It's been sitting in the back of my mind all semester. I try to make friends and connections at college, they can think I'm cool and I can act charming all I like, none of them know how scripted my speech is.
Can't stop thinking about her. That one girl who got past it. She knows I'm insecure. She knows how inexperienced with girls I am. The last time I saw her was the most awkward interaction in my past five years of life. We have our own unique language. The way we speak to each other couldn't be found anywhere else on earth. I pride myself on being able to understand people's feelings even when they speak few words, but she always puzzles me. What's going on in that little, endearing mind?
College girls are a lot easier to read. Their goals are nearly identical. They talk the same, giggle by the book, body language candid and natural.
When's the last time I could live so thoughtlessly, not self-conscious, moment to moment? My jokes and jabs are planned minutes in advance, my confidence calculated, all to sell a person that isn't real.
Ever since I met her one summer...