I know I'm not acting like me. It's so hard to be me without letting him know I love him the way I do. He just thinks I'm teasing him, when I flirt with him and when he catches me staring at him.
He smiles when he sees me. But he smiles when he sees anyone. But when he smiles at me it's different. I think. Maybe.
I don't know if it will ever come to anything, but he's my first love. He'll always be special to me. I just wish I were special to him.
I'd ask Ginny for her advice but I don't think I could stand her telling me she knew it all along. She'd have that smug look and she'd drive me crazy.
I think I prefer to dream. And hope. And love in my quiet little way.
But if ever he notices me, I'll be ready. And waiting.