God... I remember doing an speech for an english class. It was a public speaking course, and I'm terrible at that whole thing. For an assignment I had two select two poems to analyze, and I picked two poems I didn't understand. I just couldn't disect the meaning that the poets wanted to convey. I asked my english teacher, a jewish woman who would always smile at my peers and I. Some would call her too optimistic, but I feel like I could trust her. She told me that the poems where about feelings that someone just couldn't put into words. All about how a night might play out. Just hearing how she percieved the whole poem terrified me... At that moment I realized that I had selected poems that represented my feelings. My feelings for a girl in the same very class. ####, I knew close to nothing about her. But I guess I "fell" in love with her by hearing her speeches. She could do anything with a certain eloquence that my writing could never cover. She was just so different from other women. Any person of exetreme physical beauty would just palor out of the image I had of. Not a passing hour would go by when I didn't think about her. Just watching her in my class would lighten my whole day. This whole thing made me weak. So weak that I don't think I can continue with this vignette... Thank you for at least hearing a coward's words.