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paper in hand, as he gently grazes over it with his fingers, the man draws out a sigh. is he actually going through with this? a part of him said yes, while another remains doubtful. I mean -- confessing on valentines day? really?! god, this is lame -- you’re lame, saphir!
and yet here he was with his sappy ass poem - one that he still wasn’t exactly proud of. however, it was the best he could come up with. from one draft after another, anymore would have just drove him crazy. not saying that this plan was sane to begin with. with sweating prickling from his face, and hands threatening to tear his poem into shreds - he was about to cross the point of no return.
and yet despite his spiking anxiety, he manages to keep himself composed, as he waits outside of his roommate’s door. just one knock saphir. all it takes is one knock. I mean -- he could easily just walk back to his room, crawl under his desk, and cry over how much of a fuck up he is.
but no, that wasn’t an option. he’s going to be upfront about how he feels - that was a promise he made to himself prior to today. because even if he doesn’t manage to fess up today, his feelings will spill out eventually - and in the worst way possible. so he might as well try to make this less embarrassing for himself.
...if he could even manage to raise his fist up. he’ll knock on the door. he will when he’s ready! which might as well be never at this point.
