the teachersI CALLED IT THE shakes, the reaction I had whenever the prospect of your presence entered my mind. Whether it was seeing you approach, knowing you were in my vicinity, or meeting you in my thoughts, I got the chills. It started in my forearms and felt like sharp icicles being drawn towards my chest, making my heart race. It settled in my gut like a rock that pushed down to my tailbone, forcing a fire up my spine that made me break into a sweat.
I was trying to leave you that afternoon when I ran out of your apartment, my face hot and red after I recklessly told you I loved you. I was twenty-four, too young for you, but still I had gathered all my courage to tell you what had been bothering me for the couple of months that we’d been fooling around.
You would never go for me so
