Keep Calm

Part 2: Crushes

The first crush I can ever think of is when I moved to New York for my father. I grew up Catholic but now I'm fully 100% Christian. More on that later. So I went to a Catholic school my entire first through second grade years. It was okay. It wasn't rough or difficult. She was my best friend. Lived right down the street from me. I remember her clearly. Long, dirty blonde curls down to her lower back. Blue eyes like the tears I've shed. To sad?? I'll stop. Smile as rare as pearls. Shy but was fucking crazy after she opens up to you. I remember going to her house after school and meeting her mom. Respect as she was a single mom in the US Army. We'll give mom a name. Sarah. My friend?? Let's say Cassie. Sarah thought of me as another daughter. Cassie I saw as a sister. Or did I?? I started crushing on her the more and more we talked. I spent Easter with her. The holiday you should spend with family, I spent with my, let's say, second family. I loved them and vice versa. Cassie was smart and funny at making up creative things to do when bored. We would play with her hamster, Sam, while he rolled in his ball around the house. I was there I would guess about four out of seven days throughout the week. And I knew she would break when I told her I was moving. I was right. I'm a genius. We cried at school and when we said our last goodbyes. I remember telling her I loved her more than a friend. She said it was obvious and she felt the same way. As soon as I moved into my new house in St. Louis, Missouri I couldn't stop thinking about her. Years later I've moved again and my new crush is a close friend of mine. Let's call her Rosa. Rosa stood by me in the fourth grade hair troubles. We are in the same grade. I have three out of seven classes with her now four years later. She doesn't know it, but I get her to notice later. Anyways, love ya lots!!
~Sophia8686