Dear (former) Crush,
It's me. That tall skinny girl with the wired rimmed glasses. The one that you joke around and played with back in middle school. I was crazy about you. To my 12 year old mind, the sun rose and set with you. I imagined what it would be like for us to walk the halls with each other, hand in hand.
Me as your girlfriend. You as my boyfriend.
You were one of the few guys that were taller than me back then. Your teeth were kinda bucked but that was alright. You made up for it with that personality. That warming buck-toothed smile. My two close friends knew I liked you. One of them remembers that little crush as fondly as I do. One of them even had a song for it. Ah...those were good times.
Then we grew up.
High school happened. Eventually, you out grew me and got muscles. I didn't become some blossoming example of womanhood but I finally took off those wired rimmed glasses and let my hair down. You became an athlete. I joined yearbook. You got your pretty dancer girlfriend. I got my emo nerdy but sweet boyfriend. We were still friendly but the connection wasn't there anymore. You stopped interesting me. I never interested you.
Alls well that ends well. We're adults now. You're still the athlete. I'm still the nerd. Difference is, I actually don't mind being the nerd but that's another post for another day.
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