Melodrama!

Little girl blue. (first crush)

Your hair was frizzy, not that I cared anyway. People thought you were weird...people thought I was weird. Your hair was frizzy. Is that why when I was near you I felt like I was shocked by electricity? You were so passionate, and lazy. You'd scream, rant, praise, and rave about your favorite band. You were shameless. You wrote books and read and read but slept through breakfast, class, and lunch.  You were frizzy, always. You never failed to shock me. I didn't look forward to much. The nuns made me dread attending and it was no secret I wasn't well liked. I made jokes, you laughed. I spoke, you listened. I danced, you danced too. How did I never say that I love you. I can't remember a single thing about my time there, except you. You danced with me even knowing I couldn't dance. You saw my science fair joke laughed and let me rest on your lap. When they shaved me bald you never teased. When I was avoided you came near. When I was tired you cheered me up. You made me laugh. We would sit on the white wood tables and sleep listening to your boy bands. I remember Nialls voice and Liams serenades. I hear them now and I still can't cringe. Your hair was frizzy. You were frizzy. Your visage in my memory is frizzy. Did you love me? You never told me. I never told you. Your sister a spitting image of you, she once said we had a love life better than hers and you ignored her. I blushed but said I was just out of breath. That was the day you let me lay in your lap. My joke of a science project. We went to different schools after that. Do you ever wonder what if we didn't? I wonder if we would've had chemistry together? Did we? Your hair was so frizzy.