I remember that day in 5 grade as well as I know the back of my hand,
I remember coming back from the restroom, and
into our classroom. I remember sitting down at my desk, and
reaching in, only to find that there was a folded up piece of
paper there, waiting to be discovered. I remember opening it, my
heart thumping, my thoughts whirring, wondering, "What could
this be?" As I opened it up, I discovered it was a love
letter. From you to me. I remember turning a bright shade of
pink, and then I recall going from desk to desk, asking boys if
it was them who had written the note. I turned around, and when I
saw your face, I knew immediately it had been you. You were
blushing even deeper than I had been. And you were trying to hard
not to look at me. And trying so hard not to giggle. But when you
made eye contact with me, you confirmed that it was you. And
after that, we had the best memories. Better than any I've
ever had. You're the only boy I've ever truly wanted. And
now we're older. Now it's different. It's all
different.
All because you're not speaking to
me.