We were in like, 8th grade. I was at the top of my class, so I was put into hers. Right when I saw her I thought that she was the most beautiful woman 14 year old me had ever seen, and I knew I wanted a relationship with her. Nothing like it is now, but just a nice two week middle school relationship, you know?
She was too shy to talk to me, so she pulled out a pink sticky note, wrote "Hi, my name's Liz" and got up to pretend to sharpen her pencil so she could give it to me. I opened and thought, "She's pretty, but that was... sad.". I still have that note in my wallet.
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