dress me up in stitches

Just as an aside

I'd forgotten how completely all-encompassing and awe-inspiring that feeling is, the one where you feel sick and dizzy to look at someone. How you crave their attention, and how nothing else will do, and yet also how you are completely mute and borderline retarded because you don't even really want to interact with them, knowing that one of you will inevitably find the experience a tragic disappointment.

I'm not interested in happy endings, I just like shyness, and that guarded smile.