I've been thinking lately about love and why it seems to aviod me at all costs. When I was in eighth grade I had a crush on this guy. Football player, smart, funny, really cute. The perfect guy right?
I got him a little heart filled with candy on Valentine's Day as a secret admirer. As the weeks went on I would drop hints that it was me. I would ask him if he had found out who it was and one day he said, "I really don't care."
That stung like a dagger. I cried in the bathroom stalls.
A few days later two of my friends kept agging me on to tell him it was me. Finally i got so fed up with them I told them to write a letter for him.
I think that was my biggest mistake.
They made it a riddle almost, when I would have told him to his face. I knew I wasn't ready for him to know.
I don't even know if he read the note. All I know is that he hasn't spoken to me since. And it just ticks me off that he wouldn't even say, "Oh, I just wanna be friends." But in two whole years he has only said four words to me. "Hello." "Hey Cass." and "Hi."
Sometimes I wonder if my prince charming will ever show up. If he ever does...he will be lucky that I am patient.