He has curly brown hair and braces. Bad acne but an awesome smile. Most of the time he was tons of fun, though not with me. Never really could understand why I liked him. At one point it felt like love. Well one-sided love at least.

After three years I gave it up and then the dream happened. That dream completely blew me away. With just a simple act, he had me almost at his feet. Now I don’t know whether I like him again or if I’m just obsessed.

How can it be that after all these years he still has me wrapped around his pinky? How do I move on?

There it is again, that undying hope that won’t let me forget him. That undying hope that fuels my innermost feelings.