This is a re-post of something I posted elsewhere. A letter I'll never send...

Dear S,

I saw you at the concert on Friday. And I'm pretty sure you saw me. I mean, you and your friends were right in front of/beside me once the show actually got under way.

So why didn't either of us say anything to the other? I know you're shy, but I can be, too. Especially around you. There's something about you that makes me feel like a giddy twelve year old, forget how to talk to a guy. The smiling and saying "hello" is easy to remember; it's the follow-up, I forget.

Someone--one of us--has to end this dance. Rather, one of us has to end this circling so the dance can actually begin.

N