The one time I genuinely had a crush on someone, I felt so ashamed. Their personality felt so interesting to me, and I felt like I just really badly wanted to get to know them. They were kind, and like I think they kind of knew. But I just got really ashamed and never even considered telling him, and moved away soon after so that was it. Idk why this is currently stuck in my head, but thinking of the past always makes me hate myself a teensy bit more.