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Crush
Now and again when I sit with my friends
They always ask me who I like
And when I don’t answer
They tease and say that
“It’s probably Bradley Smith
The captain of the foot ball team”
But there wrong.
I once had a crush
And I can still remember her
We never talked when ever I saw her
I was in middle school and she was in high school
The only reason we meet was because
We both had to pick up a younger sibling
So everyday around three we would wait in the gym
Me with my friend and her by herself
She never stood by us though
As if she was better or didn’t want to be bothered
By our childish antics
And preferred to text or play a game on her phone
Like we weren’t there
My friends didn’t notice that I wouldn’t listen to them when they talked
I was to busy staring across the room
Getting a glimpse of her face when she looked up and her hair would move
Ever so gently across her face
My heart fluttered every time
One day she caught me staring
I silently panicked when our eyes met
But she just smiled at me
Before going back to her phone
My heart exploded at this point
And I could only stand there
With my mouth a gape
Then there were the times when she came
And anyone could tell she was having one of those days
A steady glare as she marched in
Mumbling something to herself
Every time I wanted to talk to her
To ask what was wrong to see if
I could be that one person who
She could talk to
But I never got the guts
Besides her mumbling I had never heard her voice
And it was killing me
Was it soft and smooth like syrup
Or hard and demanding
But I couldn’t talk to her
Not with my friends around
They would ask questions
Finally the day came when I was there by myself
And I was going to do it I really was
Or that’s what I told myself
But I didn’t
So when my sister came
I went to leave, dejected
When something tapped me on the shoulder
Turning around it was her
“You dropped your book.” She said
A small smirked graced her face
As if she was trying to smile but couldn’t
“Thanks.” I said carefully grasping it
Our hands lightly touching under neither
She didn’t seem fazed by it though
Then she just turned and walked away
To this day I still don’t know her name
But she was my first crush
And will always have a special place
In my heart
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