I still think about our grade 8 trip.
You were in line with me as we waited to call our parents before we slept the first night. You asked me for my room number and I wondered why. Turns out you asked to call mine. I answered the phone and didn't know what to say, all I can hear were the boys in the back, possibly teasing you. Maybe you had a crush on me. Maybe, just maybe, you liked me.