grade I had a huge crush on this girl, Susan Balstra. I starred at her in class. Found ways to bump into her in the hall. I loved how she dressed. How she smelled. How she rolled her eyes. Everything. One day after school, I told her how I felt. She blushed but it was awkward. It was obvious, she wasn't feeling it. She was nice but I picked up the truth. It broke my heart. It hurt.
The next day I told my buddies, they listened but then they started to help me. "Bro, she's a little short and chubby". "Do you notice, she never laughs". "She's not athletic and was in the band in 6th grade." "I saw her older brother, he has died black bangs and wears a Frankie Goes to Hollywood tshirt" Shit like that. The truth.
Anyways, I couldn't really see it at the time but you know what, they were right. They were very, very, very right.
Susan Balstra bump.