For that one night, he was all I thought of. Dreaming and singing of the days he was still here, down the road from my house. I miss him. He was cool, funny, jerk most of the time but I still cared about him. It was like one of those elementary school crushes. Due to the fact, we were in elementary school. I wanted to keep it a secret, but it was hard. I had friends, I told, apparently, they told him. I couldn’t tell if he liked me or not, didn’t know if I liked him or not. Knowing if it was real or just one of those passing moments in life would be like a huge weight lifted off my back. That’s because, I still like him. But this is a story, All about Him.