I have to admit, I lied. At least a little bit. I said once that I fell in love with Elsa when we were in middle school. I guess it's not entirely accurate, but in a way, it is. I started liking her a long time ago, to be honest. In elementary, when I first saw her, and when we worked our way through the alphabet in the library.
But in middle school...I fell in love with her.
We were friends by then, in an odd sort of way. We were both outsiders, and both smart. She gave me confidence and I gave her candy. It was just some sort of unspoken agreement, that we were in this sort-of-friends state.
"These teachers are trying to torture us," she would groan. We had most of our classes together, but there was hardly any time to talk. Therefore, we would always meet before school in the library to talk. The library, after all, was where our friendship got it's start.
I would reply with a few words of affirmation, before no doubt going off into some long-winded spiel about the copious amounts of homework assigned to us all. I talked a lot back then. But...only to Elsa really. I felt my words were special, and would only gift those who I felt were deserving of my words, them.
Elsa didn't seem to mind my rambling. It probably seemed better than how silent I was back in elementary. At least now it didn't seem like I was a brick wall being talked to by Elsa. We were interacting.
One time I even blurted out, "I like you," before promptly clasping my hands over my mouth.
She laughed.
"You're funny. I like you too."
I couldn't help but feel that if Elsa knew the strong emotions behind my words, she wouldn't be acting so light-hearted about it.