The stiffness I obtain when he's near. How is it that he can manage to do this to me? The way he looks at me with those bright, glistening brown eyes. The way he smiles. A smile that makes the blood run to my face though he resembled a bunny and my heart beat faster and faster. I want to face him. But, I can't. Not without making a fool of myself. I run from him. I now find myself sitting here. In my own room. Alone. As it has always been. As it will always be.