There is this childhood crush I had back when I was in primary. I still think about it deep down before I moved to a different country during my primary school years. I wish I could meet them again but deep down I knew we weren’t meant to be. I mean we were from different worlds! I think two kids actually told them I liked them but I denied it. Probably because I thought I had no chance. To this day, I wonder why my kid self just didn’t confess, instead I go around now a days telling people I don’t like any gender while I still wish to meet them to see how we both changed. I should have confessed, because it still hurts me, but my shy self still can’t admit it out loud.