thepinesaredancing:

I just saw a pretty girl at the coffee shop that I’m reading at and I kept looking at her kind of maybe hoping that she might look at me too and then I’d look away and we could go like that for a minute or something and then she got her coffee (to go so then my plan of maybe walking by or something was foiled) and as she was walking out she smiled at me and in my head I thought about maybe chasing after her outside (but not in a creepy way) and saying something - I don’t know what, maybe it would come to me like it never, ever does - and then I would have forgot my phone and wouldn’t have a jacket on and would be freezing so that in the event my stupid and not-at-all-thought-out plan didn’t work at least I would have a flawless exit strategy and could say goodnight and go sprinting back indoors. But she really did look so nice.

Except I didn’t do it and now I just keeping wishing I had. 

it happens like this. when you notice someone who seems incredibly lovely, and how wonderful it would be to just go and say something smart and funny and charming, and end up talking for hours until you plan to meet again because you’ve really got to go, and maybe a movie on friday, and oh, there they go. don’t you ever wonder if maybe, to someone in the room, the person being noticed is you