♡ 12.10.21 B ♡
You’ve been asking if I’m okay. You’ve noticed how spacey and erratic my behaviour is becoming. Interestingly, I go to sociology right after my class with you. You used to as well. Not that we shared a class, but you knew my teacher in prior years. I’m a junior, just like you guessed. You’re a senior, as far as I know. You seem nice though. Normally I feel so on edge around people older than me but you seem so kind. Not to mention how openly accepting you are of trans issues. I’ve been meaning to ask your pronouns. I want to know you better, but it feels weird to ask. You walked me to the clinic today. Deliberately sticking with me, talking to me, instead of oddly leading from front. Despite the run of traffic flow, you walked besides me. You stopped to make sure I was okay. You offered your support, in such a modest and respectful way. It’s true we do only share one class, and I don’t know you well. I partially regret saying my uncertainty of taking advantage of your help, but I was right to say realistically. I hope I can talk to you properly eventually. Maybe not about how off I’ve been feeling, but it’d be nice to tap anyways. I really need to get out of talking to people I’ve already known from last year.