It all started in first grade,
when I started liking you.
You were my first crush,
and I didn't quite know what to do.

Next came grades two and three,
and just one thought came to me,
the thought that you were perfect,
just as perfect as could be.

This is what came next,
what I call the notebook stage.
I'd write your name a zillion times,
with hearts covering the page.

And daydreaming of you,
was nothing new.
In fact, some days,
it was all I could do.

Grades four, five, and six
passed in the blink of an eye.
I still hadn't told you,
and I didn't know why.

It was pretty obvious,
the fact that I liked you.
But my wish everyday,
was that you'd like me too.

Some days it seemed to me,
that you felt the same way.
But I couldn't know for sure,
it was different everyday.

It was now seventh grade
and the thought crossed my mind,
to just tell you how I felt,
and the rest I'd leave behind.

But of course I didn't do this.
I didn't have the guts.
What if you hated me,
or thought that I was nuts?

I went through the seventh grade,
the crush still going strong.
I tried just to forget it,
but doing that just felt so wrong.

Summer came and was a blast,
and I had lots of fun.
But now it was the end,
and the school year had begun.

This was my last chance,
I had begun my last year.
And so I finally told you,
despite all of my fear.

I don't think I took a breath,
as I awaited your reply.
So great was the suspense
that I dared not laugh or cry.

A few days later,
was when you wrote me back.
And when I saw it there,
I thought I'd have a heart attack.

I opened up the message
and was surprised to find that you,
were glad that I had spoken up,
and that you used to like me too.

But the thing is I still liked you,
and then was kind of stuck.
You said you USED to like me,
so I was out of luck.

Maybe you still did
but were just somewhat afraid,
as I had been all of these years,
since the beginning of first grade.

But that I didn't know,
and still, I don't know now.
I'd like to find out for sure,
but I really don't know how.

No, I better not,
it is better left unknown.
If you'd wanted me to know something,
you'd have told me on your own.

It's best if I move on now,
to put the past away.
"It all happens for a reason,"
is what I always say.

The grade school chapter is now done
for the school year's end is near.
But a new chapter will start shortly,
for high school's almost here.