I haven't written in a while and I'm most likely not going to in a long time. I am an eighth grader now and this boy obviously graduated. Before the year ended, on the last day of that school year, I had the courage to ask him to sign my yearbook. He smiled and wrote in it. I didn't read it until I started walking away. I won't write what he put. Just know that I was very happy and cried of joy. That day I knew that even though I made a big deal about something I loved, I got what I wanted. I got his appreciation. So for all you people who are reading this, don't give up on anything. And if the boy that I liked is reading this, sorry for putting you in uncomfortable situations🙃
