No, but my voice cracked and how embarrassing is that? I, a fully grown man, have resorted to acting like a prepubescent boy just looking at your smile, and how the sun is reflected against the sheen of your auburn hair. My palms are slick with sweat and I hope you don't know it but you do, I can tell. Because you look so smug and you keep trying to hold my hand, which I don't understand at all. God, I'm so gross why are you still looking at me. I hate you so much I want to wipe that smug look of your face with my face but not violently, no. Tenderly and lovingly and all those good words. You must know what I'm thinking because you're smart and I'm not. So naturally, you start mocking me in Portuguese and you know I don't even understand Spanish but still, you continue and I'm so confused. Are you asking me to leave? Because I can go if you want me to, I'll understand. And then you're really close and I'm really uncomfortable because I'm pretty sure if I can see your freckles than you can see I have really deep worry lines in my forehead. But now you're a breath away and suddenly you blow into my face, Like I'm a dog, before whispering "eu te amo" and I may be bad at languages but I took a (failed) course in Latin and so I'm pretty sure I know what that means.