When I first saw you, I fell in love with you a little bit, in that stupid way you fall in love with a complete stranger. I didn't know anything about you nor you me, but I knew that there was something there.
When I first spoke to you, I tried to play it cool, in that stupid way you play cool by making nonsensical small talk. I wanted to say something meaningful, but fell short. All I got was "The weather is nice," "Cool shoes," and "Like, you know, whatever."
When I first touched you, I wanted to stay calm, in that stupid way you stay calm by pretending you're doing something clinical and cold. My hands were shaking and my breath was shallow, but you didn't seem to mind. Maybe you were shaking a bit, too.
In the end, I managed to connect with you, in the smartest way I could: honestly.