GSPD

A ray of sunlight filtered through the dusty glass of the classroom window, illuminating strands of David's dark hair. He stood at the board, confidently answering the professor's question, and you watched him from the back of the row, mesmerized. He'd transferred from another college this semester, and from the very first day, your heart beat with a special rhythm. You were in the same year, even the same class, but it seemed like an impassable gulf lay between you.

You dreamed of approaching him and talking, but your fear was too much. What should you say to him? What if you look ridiculous? What if he simply doesn't notice? These thoughts swarmed through your head, paralyzing your will. And David, seemingly oblivious to your frozen silence, had already found his company. His laughter, his gestures, his casual interaction with the other students—it all seemed so distant and unattainable. Each time he appeared in the classroom, you felt a thrill of dread, mixed with the sharp pain of your own indecision.

"I so want you to like me," the lines of their song rang in your head. But how could you please him when you couldn't overcome your shyness?