I had been in love with him since I was twelve years old. Sure, I had never spoken to him and he didn’t even know I existed, but there was something inside of me that just knew. I knew we were supposed to be together.
It’s difficult not to notice someone like him I guess. The lead guitarist and singer of a band at just twelve, hair that changes colour week by week. He was every little girl’s dream of an ideal boyfriend; he was cool, he was popular, and he was just the right amount of misunderstood. The perfect mix of boyish good looks and a little bit of brokenness that needed fixing.
It was the night of the Christmas dance that I first laid eyes on him. Our school had the tradition of a talent contest for the students who attended the dance, and typically he had entered. If I remember correctly he was the last to perform and he walked across the stage with such a cool confidence that I think I melted a little on the inside.
But someone like that would never notice me; the quiet shy bookworm who hung around with the rejects and geeks, and would never say boo to a goose. I would remain unnoticed my entire life.
