Iwn third grade when i met you,
I gave you my crayons,
After coloring you a picture.
In forth grade when i interacted with you,
I pushed you off the swing,
And pulled your ponytail.
In fifth grade after summer,
I started to keep my distance,
Because i didnt know what to say.
In sixth grade at the beginging of junior high,
I sat one table over at lunch,
So i could see you withour being noticed.
In seventh grade when you got your first date,
I made friends with the guy,
So i could kick his ass later if needed.
In eight grade before the dance,
I was plaing on asking you,
But youd already got a guy.
In ninth grade our first year of high,
I begain to talk to your friends,
About proper ways to say hi.
In tenth grade i talked to you,
For the first time ever,
And then later asked you on a date.
In eleventh grade close to the end,
We were tagged as high school sweetheats,
And we both agreed.
In our finnal year of shcool twelth grade,
We realized wed soon be parting,
So you broke it off as i promised to never stop loving you.
All throughout collage,
I could only think of you,
And when the final day came i deside to call you.
Now were married with children,
Barely a care in the world,
But for some time now ive wondered,
Did you know i felt for you,
Long ago,
Before id even said hello?
