Why did I love you? Sixth grade seemed to have clouded all my judgment. Someone told me you liked me too, your friend. You were going to ask me out but decided against it because you thought I would say no. I was too young to be allowed to date. Maybe it could’ve gone on in secret. Oh, the love I had for you. It still lives at the science table we shared, where sometimes you would forget your pencil and I would lend you one. I’ve always hated science. But sixth grade it seemed to be my favorite class.
