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"...Leave a message after the tone." 

Beep.

"Hey. Guess who. Are you ready?

"I first saw you on my first day of 9th grade in the bustling halls. I watched you joke around with your friends, Ashton and Shay. You caught my eye the most, with your shining white smile and bodily glow. You looked like an angel to me. Little did I know your bright light was dimming inside.

"You were my first crush, Shawn. I glanced at you across the classroom every day because we had the same classroom. I always wondered how I went years unnoticed to you. I got over it.

"I still admire you sometimes. Mr. Hot Guy, but not hotter than the school's one and only Bryce Winston. What a jackass. Who could pick someone over you? I guess you were just my own little obsession.

"That was me, freshman year. Funny. The 5'2" nerd drooling over Shawn Richardson. Your typical teenage high school little girl, with no courage to show herself in totality. It was okay watching you from afar. I couldn't bear ruining the daydreams of you. Your perfect existence. It was enough for me. Not ideal, but enough.

"Watched you roam the halls one day, near the end of Fall. You looked suspicious. Came out of the bathroom sickly-looking with red-tainted eyes overuling the deep shades of brown I had grown to love. You smiled at me. I looked down, trying not to stare at your perfect lips. Looked up. You were gone. "

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