You became a serious crush, The kind of crush that kicks you out of the driver's sear and grabs hold of the wheel. The kind that shuts off the GPS and takes you down a different road. The kind that makes you realize that crushes don't have to follow the rules. and sometimes they don't make sense, they make non-sense. And trying to force them or deny them is like trying to wear a maxi-dress when you're four feet tall. Just because you want it to work, doesn't mean it will. And sometime the less popular choice -the one no one will approve of but you- is a perfect fit.
I remember when I first met you, two years ago, back in the sixth grade. Back when I was an ugly loser. You were in my classes and I guess somewhere along the lines, I fell in love with you. At some point I was even a little obsessed with you. Then in the seventh grade, we dated. And obviously broke-up. I'll never forget sitting on Leah's bed, and suddenly falling back and crying. I realized that I would've given anything for you in the sixth grade, and I had my chance in the seventh. And now here I am in the eighth grade realizing; that's I'll always want you. But then I think of how many times I've cried. How many times I've felt heart broken. You act like you hate me around some people, but I know deep down your the sweetest guy. I remember when we kissed, I still feel it on my lips. Even though we'll probably never have a chance again.
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