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During middle school, I once told my friends that I had a crush on a girl named Sophia, but that wasn’t true. At the time, I didn’t understand what having a crush meant. I did like Sophia as a friend because she was kind, caring, and supportive. We shared similar interests in music, humour, and entertainment, and we became very close.

In high school, I had my first real crush on a girl I’ll call Olivia. We were in the same homeroom during my freshman year, and I only noticed her a week or two after school started. One day, as I was leaving the classroom, To assist the writing process, these Grammarly AI prompts were used:

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“Shorten it. Olivia softly walked up to me and asked if I was Kyle. Her beauty shocked me, and I timidly said that I was who I said I was. Olivia came up to me and asked if “I was kind and gentle in a sweet way.”. Her beauty surprised me, and I answered timidly, letting her know who I was.
She then says to me, “Can you say, ‘What?’ for me?” as her friend waits by her side.

Confused, I ask her, “What?”

She looked at me and said in her adorable voice, “I heard you say the word ‘what?’ and it was really cute.” She was simply interested in hearing for herself I have to admit, the fact that people thought I was cute gave me quite an ego boost. And as for this girl, she was so adorable.

After that quirky conversation, I started talking to her more and more, and eventually, we became close friends.

Throughout our friendship, I’d always try my best to make her smile and laugh, and I’d often ask for hugs. I can’t explain it. Just thinking about her makes me smile. She’s so cute.

We texted a lot and Snapchatted too, but mostly texting. I’d chat with her after school and bug her when we had classes together.

I never asked her out because I knew I wasn’t ready for a girlfriend. I wasn’t ready to fully commit myself to her and see her outside of school.

I genuinely wanted her to be happy, and I felt that tying her down to myself wouldn’t be fair to her.

Did she like me back? I don’t know. She did things that made me think she did, but who can honestly ever know for sure?

After my sophomore year of high school, I left to pursue higher education. I skipped my last two years and headed to college, leaving her in my past.

My brother’s graduation was the last time I saw her in person. He continued his high school education and was a year ahead of me. I was standing outside the venue with my family before his graduation ceremony. We were awaiting admission. I was speaking with my sister’s boyfriend when I noticed that my Snapchat notification was not working properly. She did it quickly. She wrote, very sweetly, “Look to your right,” when I opened it. Or was it left? Nevertheless, I looked, but my blind self prevented me from seeing very far. In response, I expressed my confusion to her. She began to wave her hand eventually, and I was able to see her. She caused my heart to race. I suppose I did not even realize that I was still smitten with her.

I was reserved. I chose to stay and simply wave back because I did not want my family to question me about approaching a girl. Though, in any case, there is nothing I can do right now. I should have gone to her.

I was waiting outside with my family later, following the ceremony. We waited for my brother and his pals to complete their photo shoot. Olivia somehow found me when I was outside. I remember feeling f up as she quickly gives me a hug. That is when it dawned on me that I missed her. She smelled so good that I had to give her a big hug in return. As I said, I missed her. She eventually left, and I was on my own to f* up.

Even now, I still miss her. June marks her high school graduation. When I was still a student at our high school, she told me that she wanted to go to college in Seattle. Rewind to last year; in a message to me about various matters, she expressed her desire to stop visiting Seattle.

Sincerely, I am hoping she will attend the university I attend and stay in Los Angeles. In my life, she will be the first girl to escape if she doesn’t.