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I sat there, him looking down at me, saying something about the speed of light, (I don't remember his words, just his movements.) He reached for a manila folder to demonstrate his hypothesis. I smiled. He set it back on the desk and looked at me, (waiting for a response?) I was lost in his eyes. We were like two breathing statues, the rest of the world a merry-go-round of swirling colors around us. He smiled, blushed, and rose to his feet. I watched. I may have drooled. He flew back to his desk at the end of my row. I faced the board, unable to focus on the lesson with the butterflies dancing so violently inside my stomach. I wondered if he also had butterflies, but I wasn't about to look back and ask. I should have asked. 2
