I am Gravel. She is Pretty. He is your Boyfriend. I am Gravel

I saw a girl
sitting on a bench.

She was so beautiful that it made my heart hurt. I wanted to touch her face with my hands.

to feel every crevice, to feel all the ridges of her face.

I looked down to where i was standing and i looked at the gravel.

and i felt ashamed.

Not for wanting to touch her face. No, that was normal. Anyone would want to caress such a beautiful face.

No, I felt the red hot cheek-burning sensation of shame
because i was ugly.