Life Like This: Could He Ever Be Mine?

Ahh, boys. The thing that most girls think about, spend their life dreaming about, hope about, dream about, talk to other girls about, crush on about, talk to friends, while crushing on about, or just carrying on while telling no one about how they like the boy. Whatever works for you.

But whatever works for you, it's for you.

So, I could spin you this big false story about how I could post up a fake picture about a cute/hot/beautiful/handsome/whatever I think about him, and tell you how much I'd love to have him.

But I won't. Because I just don't want to lie on here, since this will be a collection, of my memories. Something that I will look back on in the future, and something that other people will hopefully see one day.

Instead. Here's the truth.

There's this boy. Well, I guess that most of anything starts like that, with a boy. But, never mind.

Back to what I was saying.

There's this boy, that I like, okay? And I know that it's stupid, because he probably doesn't care, even though he probably doesn't even know me. Worst part is, that he has a girlfriend.

And I guess that I'm just nothing.

So there it is. The truth.

About a freshman girl, who has a crush on an older boy, and the boy doesn't even know who the girl is.

But it's a crush, and it will go away eventually.

Because every crush is replaced by another.