You know that feeling when you first start to like a boy and his hand brushes yours, or you sit next to each other and your arms are forced to touch? And any part of your body that is within a few centimeters of his automatically feels warm and electric?
One of the first times I remember experiencing that feeling was during fifth grade in Mr. Woods' class. I sat behind Grant Nelson and I was in love with him. In love. Dreamy, fifth-grade, impossible, romantic, Babysitters'-Club-Logan-and-Mary Anne LOVE.
This magical day, I stretched out my foot and felt it touch his. Terrified, yet curious, I let it stay there. He didn't pull away. Our feet were touching! For a long time! And it was...electric...warm. The sensation spread all the way through my entire body. I knew it must mean that he loved me too, and that he would ask me to "go out" which meant that I would write Kady Nelson on my notebook thousands of times and that we would not talk to each other; instead we would send messages through other people, such as "it's our one-month anniversary", or "I need more space".
It was all so exciting. This went on for almost an hour. I couldn't resist. I looked down, to see our feet romantically and lovingly touching each other but was confused to find only my own foot.
Touching the desk.
|She probably thinks her foot is touching his.|