sometimes i look back at how much i liked u & it makes me wonder what actually did & didn’t happen, or what my mind pretended happened. i always knew deep down i was probably a joke, & how many girls liked u, but u were the 1st genuine crush i ever had. u might not have gave a second thought about me, but i noticed every habit of urs, ur laugh and ur smile, how u would lean forward to talk when u were talking to me. how i would catch u looking when u thought i wasn’t. now every time i see u at a meet i feel like i have to prove to u i’m not another girl that still likes u, but deep down i know i still wish & hope part of u truly liked me back too