A Little Crush in the Library

I'm just going to put this out there: I have a crush on my classmate, Alex. We've been sharing a study group for our history course, and every time we meet up, I find myself daydreaming about how amazing it would be if one of us just blurted something out. You know, the usual awkward college stuff. I never did anything beyond just nodding at him when we pass each other in the hall or smiling shyly during our study sessions. It's funny to think that I'm so worried about how he'll react because I've only told a handful of friends who are all rolling their eyes and telling me to stop being a coward. There was one time last month where I was sitting at our usual table in the library, pretending to take notes on my laptop. Alex walked by outside the window with his books, and as he did, I waved him over like I needed help or something. He sat down across from me, and for a solid five minutes we talked about absolutely nothing important while secretly hoping someone would get us out of this weird moment. It's a confession without any real purpose other than to admit it out loud somewhere finally.