This isn’t elegant or poetic, so take it for what it is. A simple account of love and enfatuation at the teenage level.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Hi, My name is Chris Carpenter. I am a freshman in college and I live on the third floor of Draper dormitory at my university. There is this young feminine beauty named April who lives on the second floor of my dorm. She is absolutely gorgeous; big tits, firm round ass and a beautiful face. Although we have never talked we smile in passing all the time, I have always thought she was stunning and can't help to get that feeling when she smiles at me that I am nothing, no way I am good enough for her. I could never bring myself to talk to her. What would she ever see in a loser like me? I notice her talk to other guys, the way she brushes back her hair when they make her laugh. I would give anything to be those guys, to be handsome and cool. But I'm not, I live my life in a shell and I hardly ever talk to girls. When I do I usually stutter and have nothing to say, only to come up with something funny or witty when I am lying in bed trying to go to sleep.
One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I planned on intruding into her room and introducing myself. That night I thought about her as I masturbated, my man juice squirting all over my underwear.
I woke up the next morning excited and very nervous. I was lightly shaking as I went to pick out just the perfect outfit to wear. “FUCK” I yelled as I realized that I didn’t have any clean clothes. So I just wore what I had worn the day before; a white t-shirt and those buttoned warm up pants that basketball players wear. What did it matter I said, she didn’t see me yesterday.
As I walked down the hallway towards her room I practiced what I was going to say to her. I would make a grand entrance by swinging her door open and saying "HI,I'M CHRIS AND I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU." She would blush, she would be taken back, she would run into my arms and hug me, we would passionately kiss for hours before making love in a bed of rose pedals. As I approached her room I was nervous and gitty. I grabbed the door by the handle and yanked it open with all my might! As the door swung open the handle caught my pants and yanked my pull away ‘s clean off! And there I stood looking straight at April in a t-shirt, running shoes and my drenched in yellow Cum Stained tighty whities.
and definitely provides an insight into the awkwardness of male / female interaction. How crazy love is and what we do as a result of it. 
