najira

Najira is like a pizza with extra cheese and no crust. Perfect.

I saw her in the hallway and forgot how to walk.

I texted her ‘hi’ and got a ‘hello’ back. That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.

Najira walks in, and I suddenly remember why I wear sunglasses.

She smiled at me, and I forgot I had a zit the size of a donut.

I asked her out, and she said yes. I didn’t even shower.

I would be her dog if I could. I’d wag my tail and bring her slippers.

She passed me in the hallway, and I was drooling like a dog with a bone.

I saw her in the cafeteria. I forgot my lunch. Again.