We tried to make each other laugh. I tried not to let him make me nervous. But he did, even after a month of talking and walking around town together. My hands trembled every time I waited for his footfalls on the front steps. My stomach tightened whenever the phone rang; sometimes I almost hoped that he’d need to hang up early because I was deeply afraid I’d run out of clever things to say to him. He was so lovely and charming! He crushed me deeply, and it was sweet and hurtful at once. What if one day I didn’t interest him anymore?