June 22, 2007
If he was standing next to my locker... I'm going to have another eighth grade flashback. I'd go up to him and say one of my fabulous pickup lines that I invented in the spring of 2002. “What's wrong?” He would confide in me. He'd finally get the balls to tell me he loved me and that he wanted to kick my current boyfriend's ass and give it all up to be with me. I would have the courage to tell him I loved him as well, and reciprocate (I think that's the right word) his feelings. I loved him.