This dream had got me thinking. What was that? Why did it feel so weird? And why was it him? He so...ugly... That's what I thought at first. And a day or two I began to think more. I started to stalk his social medias to hopeful get a glance of his face once more. I just want to make sure it wasn't what I thought it was. Once I finally found a picture I got butterflies in my stomach. It really was what I hoped it wouldn't be. I was 90% sure that I had a crush on him. And like most girls do, I told my friends. It was kinda cringy now that I'm think back on it. I wrote down "I think I like Tristan" on a blue post-it note and handed it to them to read. I think I was just too embarrassed to say it out loud. I had said so much slander towards him that I wish I could take back. Once all of them finished reading they were all giddy and happy for me and to be honest I was a little embarrassed about that. The next couple of weeks I spent it just taking a few glances over at him. Every glance would make me get butterflies. I like the feeling of him (if that makes sense). I like his face and his build I liked his humor and how he wasn't afraid to shout out in class. I would try everything in my power just to be close to him. If he accidentally hit my shoulder I would be jumping up and down and giggling. But that faded slowly. I feel like I almost got used to the feeling of him giving me butterflies. I would still be happy to just see him but I wouldn't get that feeling anymore. It was like this for a VERY long time.
