He was a boy. At a young age, he was just the thing to give あなた cooties. I, at the time, actually hated him. He was 人気 and a boy and he never noticed me. And there are very few people I'll ever hate.
But one 日 in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much もっと見る familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that 日 on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.
I wrote him a 愛 letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.
But he did.
He changed. We changed, rather. From best フレンズ into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily 愛 me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.
Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still 愛 him.
But one 日 in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much もっと見る familiar with that sort of thing.
But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that 日 on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.
I wrote him a 愛 letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.
But he did.
He changed. We changed, rather. From best フレンズ into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily 愛 me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.
Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still 愛 him.