When I was a ——– I had class with the most beautiful girl in the whole school. She was a ——– too. When I first seen her I didn’t think much about but when the teacher moved our seats and she happened to be next to mine I started to get to know her. Turns out that she and I have the same conflicts in life. I loved coming to class everyday because of her. Everyday I spent talking to her I could feel that we were becoming closer and closer, I could tell by the way her eyes would get when I looked into them and how her voice changed when we talked. But before I could ask her to go out with me classes had already been switched. I seen her in the hall a couple of times. But one day I seen her walking with some flowers in the halls and I was wondering if someone had already asked her out, It was bunk seeing that. From that point on I couldn’t help but not want her. But as time passed on, I moved away and never got a chance to really see how she felt for me.
