crush. crush. crush :-)

So, let’s talk about crushes.

My very first crush was way back in the fifth grade. He was my classmate, but we were both very shy and rarely talked to each other. I liked him because he was cute, smart, and had nice handwriting — but mostly because I found out that he had had a crush on me since the third grade. Hehe. (Hey, don’t judge me—I was only eleven that time!)
I don’t know where he is now, because we lost touch when he moved away to a place way up North, a place we shall hide under the codename City of Pines. Hahaha! I’d like to be able to talk to him now and ask him how he’s doing, and probably thank him for seeing in me somebody worth admiring even when I had bad hair and clothes that never seemed to hug my skinny frame. I’d also like to ask him this:
“If you met me now, instead of 5 years earlier, would you still like me?” And then maybe we can finally be friends.

uhhh. puppy love. haha. :)