My hands are shaking; I’m nervous, even though I shouldn’t be.
I’m on the skytrain in Bangkok, on my way home from lunch, and I see a girl wearing the prettiest shoes ever.
I hesitate for at least five minutes, but when I realize my stop is approaching, it’s now or never. I have to ask or I’ll regret it.
I remember the look you gave me.
It was cold, unforgiving, and full of doubt.
I’ve sweated, but never like this before.
Face flushed, pores oozing; the sweat forming a puddle.
I’m grossed out, but I got other things on my mind:
Who in their right mind does yoga at 105 degrees?
I understand your intentions when you tell me not to change who I am.
I understand your intentions when you tell me you like who I am, the way I am now.
If you do what you always did, you will get what you always got.