The first time you fall in love with someone is something wonderful and frightening at the same time. How many teenagers dare to tell the person they have a crush on that they like them?
I, for one, didn’t dare. After all, he was the coolest boy ever and I… well… my strength was to turn bright red when he looked at me or talked to me. I hated myself for my shyness and every afternoon in my room I tried to find the right words to confess my feelings. But every day at school I didn’t get a word out again.
When I came home one afternoon from my piano lesson, my mother welcomed straight away at the door. “Go to your room”, she said and smiled. I was confused but did what she said. Slowly I went up the stairs and even slower I opened the door. I looked in my room very carefully. What I saw there made my head redder than ever before. There, in the middle of my small room, he stood. He held a sign that said “Kino?” (meaning “Cinema?”) in one hand and a pack of popcorn in the other. He smiled. But as always, I didn’t bring out a single word. But at least I managed to nod. Fortunately, that was enough for him.