And I met you in seventh grade.
I never thought that I would want to keep meeting you.
To keep you in my life forever.
Because now as I think back on it, deep down I think I've always wanted you in my life.
I think that's why I tried so hard to start conversations throughout Freshmen year.
I think that's why I approached you a lot in Sophomore year.
I never thought to deeply about you.
But every single time I saw you in our first two years of high school, I couldn't unsee you.
I always noticed you, some part of me always wanted to find you in the crowds.
I always said hi or smiled or waved.
I don't know when or how this shift happened.
The line between wanting to be friends and wanting to be more than friends blurred at some point.
I don't think we ever really did become friends.
I never thought of us as friends.
I never thought of us.
Until the only thing I could think about was us.
The only thing I could think about was you.
Days spent drowning in what if's?
Days spent fully in thoughts about you and what I like about you and why I want to be with you.
Nights I stayed up to just talk to you.
Nights of questions and answers, when really all I wanted was to ask you if you felt the same.
Texts full of descriptions of our days and things we want to do in life occupied my mind.
All I wanted was to be friends.
Suddenly I found myself smiling at our texts, waiting desperately for you to text me back, and my mood changing to pure happiness whenever I would see you.
Then all I wanted was to be your girlfriend.
That stupid line just blurred over a night I don't remember sleeping through.
