That day I was scared, frightened. The girl I had been chasing for the past two years was waiting for me on her bed and I was scared shitless on her restroom. Her name was Natalie and I met her on my fourth semester at college, we had taken one class together the semester before that but never talked, so when we both faced a classroom full of unknown people it wasn’t the hardest decision to sit next to someone I had at least seen before. We became good friends that semester and went on a couple of dates by the end of the year, then we had another date on January, that was the day of my first kiss. She used to work part time at the university and I would make sure to pass every day by her desk to say hi. A couple of months passed and things did not work out between the two of us, she wanted some time and I was tired of waiting for something to happen. Months passed, she got a boyfriend and we grew apart from each other, we would still talk and the such but something did not feel right. This was in 2018, and a lot of things happened that year, she broke up with her boyfriend and then got back with him. I tried going out with other people but in the back of my head I still thought about her.