I remember my first crush.
Its always that typical popular sporty guy at school who has all the girls surrounding him and I was one of those girls.
When I first saw him I thought I was dreaming, I never thought I would develop the emotion of love towards him but I did.
What made my heart pound was how kind and caring he was to me, he stopped his friends from messing up my desk even though they barely did anything to mess it up, or the teasing looks we gave each other which made us smile.
His friends knew I liked him through a truth or dare game without him. They teased me every day showing me hearts and pointing to him or always telling me to come sit next to him.
But I was shy.
I was too shy to say something like ‘I like you’ or ‘I have a crush on you.’ And because of this it led me to a one sided love and it stayed like that until we part ways.
He was my love at first sight, I just wished he would be my forever instead.
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