Submitted by Matt:
In my junior year of university, I met Samantha in my linguistics class. It took several weeks of building up courage to introduce myself to her, but when I finally asked her out, she not only eagerly accepted, but she confessed that she'd noticed me all semester long and had wanted to introduce herself! Ah, I felt romantic stirrings in this, and it was bittersweet to imagine this as a common scenario, and how frequent it was that two strangers smiling at each other from afar never even made it to the introduction.
Soon enough, she was back to confessional mode quicker than I could say "Check, please." No, that's not fair of me. I was actually rather appreciative that she was being so open and upfront, not wanting to deceive me. That's truly a rare and coveted quality. And yet, the nature of the things she revealed was just too much!
She confessed that she'd been stressing out over finals. While assuring her that it's pretty normal to stress out over such things, her eyes widened and started to glisten. She'd not only been stressing out, but she'd been crying every single day and needed to drink herself to sleep because of the overwhelming emotions. As if giving herself the cue, she cried for a moment. She told me it had been this way for her for years, and that she was an emotional wreck. This time, she was the only one laughing.