Infatuation

As the teacher lectured us about how lucky she was to have us as her class, the school bell rang, signifying dismissal and the conclusion of sixth grade. When she finished speaking, the students burst out of the classroom, eager to begin summer break. I, however, loathed having to leave because I would have to wait about three months before I can see "him" again.

 

I first met him early in the school year when he complimented me on something. After that day, there was a noticable change. Now that I know better, I knew it was infatuation, and I thought that I was "never the same again". I began saying "Hi" to him in the hallways and hugging him when I got the chance. That whole year, we grew in friendship, but I was suffering because I never told him that I fell in love with him.

 

So then the last day of school arrived and "he" came to get his yearbook signed. As he signed mine, I wrote my signature and just below it my phone number, in hopes that he looks back on it and texted me. That summer, I awaited his message and mourned for his "beautiful face" to return.

 

He never did.