Real

I get those butterflies and can’t help but smile and just stand there. Frozen. Should I walk up there, hope for the best, and pray that it will turn out ok? Or should I go on with my boring everyday life and keep pondering what could have happened if I took the risk. I didn‘t know, I wondered and hoped that someday I would have the confidence and bravery to do it. And one day, I built up the urge to go, it happend, and I took the risk. But what was it to him? Just some random person coming up all weird but kind of just ignores it and goes on with his life? That moment of building up the courage to go up to him felt like the biggest step ever. But for him, was it just a little part of his day that was a little less normal? Were those butterflies real? Were the nerves and anxiety all real? Thats the question. Something so big, so powerful, but is just a random raindrop on a sunny day to the other person.