It was 11th grade.
The first time I saw him.
He was talking to some of his friends, which I later found out were idiots.
Though it was just a glance, I felt a spark in my heart. A couple months later, and I knew him well. His name was Chris. He had a younger sister. He was in all my classes.
Chris was the one.
Except, when you think he's the one, it doesn't always mean he is.
I was texting with some of Chris' friends. I had somehow managed to get their numbers as well as his.
It was a normal conversation. The next day I received a text from one of Chris' friends. His name was Jake.
You loveee him.
I panicked.
What was he talking about? Should I confess? I wrote back:
what? I love who?
He responded almost immediately.
Chris.
My heart dropped. My mind went blank. It was one word, yet it had a thousand meanings. Then what I did next was simple.
I responded :
Perhaps.
But this was all years ago. Everything is different now.
