You were only a crush, a big one. When I first saw you walk into social studies in 8 grade I got butterflies. That whole year was filled with short glances hoping you would notice me. It was all good until you started dating her. I still had feelings for you then and even in 9 grade when you dated whateva her name was. I dream of what it what it would be like to be with you. I really liked you buh ig it was for the best. Hope you’re happy
