If you ever knew how much I actually liked you, you’d probably never talk to me again. In 6th grade, the first day of school to be exacted, I realized I loved you. You had this sense of humor to you that nobody else if ever met had. You had this bubbly personality that made the class light up when you laughed. I know you know that I liked you for 8 months and it was just a funny jokes when I told you that. But I broke inside like my chest physically broke because you got with Tatum. Don’t get me wrong I love her and yall were meant to be. But something that day broke and I never looked at you the same. I used to tell you everything. You knew my secrets, my old crush’s, the dreams I never told anyone. You knew. And it sucks to think about how Itll never be me and you in that classroom again. Everyone shipped us, and then I got over you. Not like I didn’t think you were your same old self, but I liked Corbin. A lot. You knew but something changed, and you told everyone, and even told me he didn’t like me back and never will. I was broken beyond broken. And don’t get me started that one time we were grabbing our phones in class and you said “nobody cares about you” I cried kolby. A lot. Imagine the guy you liked for months that when you saw them your heart did a summersualt in your chest said that to you. And now I can’t even like you because my bestfriend likes you. Not that I have a massive crush on you, but I’ll never be in Mrs. Jones 1st period with you laughing and making jokes and you asking for pencils. Even if I trusted you enough to tell you my crush on September 3rd, 2025, it’ll never ever be the same between me and you.