Dear emotions and society

Twenty-four

I didn't get to say bye at the end of 5th grade or 6th

I'm afraid, they say "He moved."

Does this mean I'll never see you again?

I never did get to hug you

Or feel your hand intertwined with mine

And I'm a little sad to say

That I still haven't completely gotten over you

Do you remember when I found out you liked me back?

Remember when we stopped talking?

We were best friends 5th grade

6th grade we faded

And you teased me, tortured me

In every way possible

In the middle of the night I remember you and I feel like crying

If we didn't change

If I didn't change

Would you still have liked me?

Would you have asked me out and not her?

I had to see her every day, two periods

And it hurt

Because she was polite to me, but I only held hatred for her

Her words held acid in them

And she never knew how much you meant to me

She only knew I liked you, that was it

But it was just a little more than a simple crush.

You were more than just a crush.

That's something you never understood.

You never will.

Until you feel the same.