I’m Crazy About You

I think I am crazy about you. No. I am crazy about you. “Hold on… hold on… “Becky tried to interrupt me as I spoke but I just kept talking. “Can I at least have your phone number? I would like to call you sometime and take you out on a date,” I said before I let her speak again. “No! I am sorry!” Becky said and walked away. I stood there feeling very dejected. I could not sleep that night.