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Writer's Block: It must be love
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Yes I remember, and no I never told him. I was in first grade, he was in my class, we chased each other around the playground a little and I forgot all about him when the school year ended.
My second crush was way more epic. I had a crush on him for what was at that time half my life, grades 2-9 (though far from exclusively). And I did eventually tell him -- sort of.
I confessed my lurrrve in an anonymous note written in rebuses, presumably to disguise my handwriting from his expert 5th grade analysis. But then I had to tell him my locker number so he could return the note (I was big on making sure there was no evidence), so my anonymity was not very anonymous.
Bless the boy, he actually did return it, but since he hadn't written anything (and I hadn't asked anything) the informational value of this exchange was limited. I don't think it ever occurred to me that he might like me back, it was more a case of "I have to say something or burst". And I didn't burst, so I guess it worked.
Yes I remember, and no I never told him. I was in first grade, he was in my class, we chased each other around the playground a little and I forgot all about him when the school year ended.
My second crush was way more epic. I had a crush on him for what was at that time half my life, grades 2-9 (though far from exclusively). And I did eventually tell him -- sort of.
I confessed my lurrrve in an anonymous note written in rebuses, presumably to disguise my handwriting from his expert 5th grade analysis. But then I had to tell him my locker number so he could return the note (I was big on making sure there was no evidence), so my anonymity was not very anonymous.
Bless the boy, he actually did return it, but since he hadn't written anything (and I hadn't asked anything) the informational value of this exchange was limited. I don't think it ever occurred to me that he might like me back, it was more a case of "I have to say something or burst". And I didn't burst, so I guess it worked.
Years later in math class someone accused a boy of having a crush on me, and he rejoined hotly "No I didn't! That was [crushee name redacted]!" So maybe it was requited after all.