We had eighth period English class together in our freshman year.
Do you remember me? I'm guessing not.
Somehow I spent about ninety percent of the school year being unaware of your existence.
I may have glanced in your direction a few times, but it was only starting in April that my gaze lingered.
You caught my eye one day.
Then for a month you were my life, even though I never spoke to you.
We were partly finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird in class when it started.
I wrote most of my poems in school when I was insprired by my school crush or when I didn't want to do work.
I was following you with my eyes in the lunch line one day and somehow started a conversation with my friend.
It was me, my friend, and another friend I was less close with.
Your name came up and my friend and I were giggling like the schoolgirls we were.
Our other friend made a face.
"You know he likes me, right?" She said, like it was obvious.
How would I have known that? I was crushed.
I guess I don't even know for sure that it was true, but I would believe it.