LOVE? I CAN'T RELATE

Childhood Crushes

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What a nice title to start with, Childhood crushes. Have you ever fallen for a person in 4th grade? I mean who hasn't, How about 6th grade? This page will explain some of the reasons why I talk about love so much. I don't exactly remember much of my childhood crushes, but I do somehow remember one boy. It's a fading memory if I were to describe him. My first ever crush was on Henry Oscar, a young, tall, handsome boy, favored by teachers and popular students. Yes pretty cliché, I know, he was an out-of-my-league boy for my age, but still he made me fall -fall into the title of 'most embarrassing confessions in the whole school'.. Yeah, it ended pretty badly.

Who would want to crush a young girl's heart like that? Well its this cruel school, I've never even left till 9th Grade. Yeah won't mention that hell-on-earth school's name. Anyway, I was in 3rd Grade while Henry was on 6th Grade, I've fallen, deeply, deeply enough I had told one of the most toxic friend groups I've ever had since kindergarten. That led to half of the chaos. Never tell your crushes to your plastic friends, never.

A heart-crushing nostalgic feeling that still lives rent-free in the back of my brain. The boy who cursed my school reputation with one phrase. I was a shy kid back then. It was my first confession! Who wouldn't be nervous? But still, I understand why it failed. It was Valentine's Day. God, why do I get heartbroken on Valentines. I planned to confess on that day. Which I now regret, but I remember the Valentine booths. An adorable candy and gift selling booth, I was thrilled to see it so full of high schoolers and teachers!

I snuck below the high school students booths and took a marshmallow in a red heart wrapper from under the stand, I was so joyful too. I honestly wish I hadn't found it. That's how much I regret everything. Anyways, as I walk towards Henry on one of the school playground slides, still nervous, holding the cute marshmallow heart behind me. Just imagine a short, chubby-cheeked child walking towards a tall teen. I was basically sweaty from all the sneaking around. I gave him the marshmallow and ran. You might think, "Well, that isn't too bad." No, it has gone horribly wrong. Underneath the slides is an eavesdropping ex-friend of mine. Let's call her Cloe. Young Henry here didn't exactly think that I was confessing to him. That's when Cloe came in and told him, while I was hiding in the cafeteria out of embarrassment.

Henry being the favored student, every student, even teachers, came to me and asked if what I was doing was true, and I really wished I was lying. A young girl just mesmerized by a boy's face makes her an obsessed fangirl. Everyone talked about Henry. I'd never heard his answer to my question, so the next day my so-called friends made a confession letter under my name saying "Do you like me?" Yes/No.

Of course, like any young boy would reply, it would be No, and that earned me the title of "the most embarrassing confession in the entire school," but did you think my immature young ass gave up? Nope, and I'm already regretting what's going to happen next.

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