Maybe more like my third… Honestly, every now and then I would think about the boy who got away. It wasn’t like I was constantly thinking about him. It was just like at times I would see or hear an action from someone and I’d be reminded of him. But I wouldn’t give it much thought and I’d soon forget. It happened all through 6, 7, and eighth grade until I reached the ninth grade and that’s when I ran into my second chance. It was after school one day, and I was with my friends hanging out a bit before I had to head to my ride home when I ran into his sister. I couldn’t believe it, she recognized me and she chatted with me a bit and she was asking if I remembered who she was and boy how could forget. My heart started racing again, but I was so dumbfounded I could only go along with the conversation and it just didn’t occur to me to ASK for a number, ANYTHING where I could get into contact with him. But I was with my other friends and had to go and she also had to leave, so I let my chance get away and I’ve been beating myself up about it ever since. That is only when a certain something happens.
That certain something just happens out of nowhere. It’d just be any night. And the next morning I would wake up because I had a dream about him. That’s why I’m writing here. I have dreams about him and I want to write what they are here.