My first unrequited crush was in third grade. He was a fourth grader in my class (one of those combination classes where there's not enough of either grade to form separate classes). Really nice, especially relevant at an age where most boys pulled your hair.
Skip forward to high school, where he was really smart, really good at sports and all the teachers loved him. We ran track together one season, but he was the captain and I was the girl who was out half the season with a broken tailbone.
He graduated with a full ride to a really good college. I saw him once at Costco during a college break, but didn't know what to say.
Last year I looked him up on Facebook out of morbid curiosity. Still hot. Really good job. And I'm left wondering why I couldn't have just said something back when I was 8.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how