I'm walking towards the small market around our neighbourhood, which isn't the fanciest. My family isn't really rich and we hardly manage to pay for my school. I smile as i see you, and walk to you. I've always felt like i'm not good enough for you. Sure, i am good looking, but you are absolutely gorgeous.

i feel like i have to hold myself back, not wanting to cross any lines. holding myself back from touching you, kissing you. clenching my hands into fists

"Hi," I say, walking to you