You

There was always something about you that caught my eye. Maybe it was your intelligence. Or your humor. Your smile. You managed to make me laugh all the time. And I always felt comfortable around you. There were nights when I’d lay at night thinking about you. Sometimes you were the only thing running through my head. Was this what they called a crush? Liking someone? It felt nice at first to be honest.

I soon learned that there was someone who wanted to ask you out.

“Go for it.“ I told her. I don’t know why I said that. But in the end I knew she had more of a chance than me. She was pretty, one of the popular girls (She didn’t even talk to you that much though). I was... well, a bookworm whose head was filled with plenty of unrealistic fantasies. But I was someone who was would probably understand you better than her.

I knew that if I had to see the two of you together, my heart would only ache.

But I advised her, and in the end you said yes to her. Deep down I had always hoped that you’d say no. I’d see the two of you every day. Sometimes walking down the halls together. Always talking and laughing with each other. Even while you were with her I still talked to you.

I know it was wrong of me to be happy when I heard that the two of you decided to break up. But after that, you distanced yourself from her, and a bit from me too. We still talked.

Over the summer I’d sometimes send the occasional text, a “how are you?” Or sometimes even tease you like I did in school.

When school came around again, I ran into you again. Was it a pure coincidence that we see each other? Yes probably. But I, blinded by my crush, by this so called “love”, could only see this as perhaps fate.

we ran into each other again that day. I talked to you. Teased again. I know that you’ll probably never see me as more than perhaps a friend. I’ve moved on now, but every time I see you, which is basically every day, I think back to a time when I thought we could be something more than friend. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never forget you. But it’s likely that you’ll forget me.