I am so mad at myself for not seeing it. Every second of every day in middle school I wished and dreamed to finally find my person. I told my shitty middle school friends I liked him and they said he was gross so I let it go. I heated him say all those nice things and thought nothing of it. HE ASKED TO TOUCH MY FREAKING HAIR and i thought nothing of it. He called me pretty in any and every way he could when we were near. Now it’s high school, I no longer have bad friends, only one who is amazing, but i still regret never asking him to be the hand that I can hold, to be the one to lay in the grass with, and just be. What the heck younger me -LD
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