I have fallen in love with my barista. This is so serious that its scary how much he already has me, and I don't even know his name! I have said maybe one sentence to him for about the past 3 months. When I thought I finally had the courage to go up to him and talk, I froze. I visibly shook, and basically I was a tree. I think its safe to say he knows im very shy, and also that he knows I like him and that he did attempt to talk to me once outside of work, but I was so stricken with fear, I hid under my cap. The other day, I left my journal at the coffee shop, with my number in it, in case it gets lost. I did it on purpose hoping he would find it and we could meet up. But today I went and asked if anyone found my journal and it was in the lost and found. He never found it, somebody else might have. I don't believe I deserve him, but I wish. I wish for once in my life I could find out for myself what it is like. Maybe it is not love, love as in unconditional, but it is the tender beginnings of true love. Im at a loss for how to describe the sadness I feel. I know im not alone, that there are others who feel the same. I just wish I had more courage.
layswhyfe layswhyfe
22-25, F
Aug 26, 2014