Okay so way back when I was in maybe sixth grade, there was this guy who caught my eye. But I was, I think, way too innocent or shy to put a name to what I felt for him. I looked forward to going to class because I knew I was going to get to talk to him. Still, I was unaware of why I even felt this way. But I loved going to class because I always had fun with him. The teacher would tell us to quiet down and we’d laugh. We had a type of playful nature between us but still I never really gave it much thought. I can’t really remember how far apart things were, like time wise, of when he left the school and when it hit me that I missed him. But hey I really was just a normal goofball kid. I think back now and I really regret not saying anything to him. I just kept thinking of when he was gone while I was in class and regretting not asking to keep in touch with him. I would see the look on his face a few times and notice something had to be upsetting him. Next thing I know, he doesn’t go to that school anymore.
Oh but I remember one time where it was out of nowhere I swear, that I ran in to him. He had come out from the office I assume and he was walking my way. Oh my god, how my heart beat for him. I had a small chat but me being so shy, I didn’t say much to him. I swear I felt my face getting red. I found out that he was moving to a different city. And just like that, I let the chance get away from me and I never saw him again.