Guess who didn't really have a crush on you for like a month? Yeah me.
Like nothing happened and such and I'm like sorry, i can't call you my crush.
And I didn't really like you anymore and stuff.
And then you moved.
Across the street.
So on the bus.
We're sitting in seats across from each other.
First few days we didn't talk.
The I found out you like country music.
Like me.
We kinda kit it off.
So now bus rides are filled with day of talking about music and laughing.
Well after that.
How could you not be my crush any longer?
You just kinda are now.
Not that I'm complaining.
Not really.
I think.
Oh great. What's going on in my life.
Well. Hello crush. Long time no see.
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Dear Crush
General FictionHey. This is a journal. All about you. My crush. But you'll never see it. Because I'll never give it to you.