Dear Crush, | ✔

Dear Mickey,

           I don't know what I had felt for you, back in eighth grade.

There were times when my emotions seemed to be all over the place and I realized I liked you.

And there were other times when you were just a friend to me. A funny friend. A nice friend. A cool friend.

You made me laugh every day during classes and I guess I really liked laughing at your jokes and you laughing at mine. I guess I liked that we laughed together.

One day, I had borrowed your note to to catch up with the classes I had missed. When I had gotten home and copied down the notes, I noticed that the back of your notebook had been torn and had no name on it. So, I took a Sellotape and fixed it then I wrote your name down for you.

Normally, I wouldn't do this for just anybody. But, I did it for you anyway. I guess it was because you were my friend.

Or because I had a crush on you.

Then, one day, we had this presentation. Like an entertainment our class had been assigned to do in front of the whole school, in the auditorium.

The boys were told to make the girls up and the prettiest girl would then be picked.

You were among those chosen to do it.

You argued vehemently that you didn't want to and I wondered why it was such a big deal.

When it was time, you walked onto the stage and made her up.

That's what I thought you did. Until you stepped back from her and I realized you hadn't made her up. No. You had given her a bad make over instead.

You made her look like a freaking masquerade. A monster.

And I felt pain for her, sitting there looking shocked.

You shouldn't have done that.

You broke her heart and my heart.

You made me realize I had only been infatuated with you all along.

                                                 Yours Truly,
                                                 Infatuation.