I met you when I was 13. You were sweet and you let me sit next to you on the bus. We didn't talk for a while after that.

The next time we talked, I had won teh spelling bee. You asked me about my medal and told me to give you words to spell. I laughed when you misspelled 'quintessential'. You thought I asked my friend about you. You held my hand for a second. I liked the way your hand felt on mine. You stared at me in the afternoon sun. You laughed when I asked why you were staring. I thought you were an angel. We didn't talk much after that.

I noticed you in the hallway more often. I smiled at you when you said hi. No one knew I liked you. I told my friend about you, she was like your sister. You told me that yourself. She approved.

I heard you got a girlfriend. I cried. I didn't want to see you.

You two broke up after a while. I was happy even though it was mean.

My friend talked to you. He said you didn't like me like that. I didn't believe him.

I turned 14. It was 50s day. I sat in front of you on the bleachers at the sock hop. You moved to the bottom seat. You took a picture with my friends. But not me.

I saw you at formal. The entire grade went on a boat trip around the bay. My friend asked you if you would take a picture with me. It was blurry but I loved it. You said hi to me on the bus to the docks. On the way back, I thought you were looking at me. I heard you sing You Gotta Friend In Me. I liked your voice.

My friends and I called your friend during a sleepover. We asked him who he thought was the prettiest. He said that you both thought my friend was the prettiest. I wanted to cry.

You had him ask me if I liked you. My friend said I did.

I asked your friend why you wanted to know. He didn't know.

I realized 10 days ago that I might love you.

I found out 4 days ago that you didn't return my feelings. Your friend told me in a text message.

I realized today that it was hopeless.