I still remember those days I used to play on playground with my friends when he would walk by. All the girls would giggle and drool over him every time they saw him. His name was Alejandro, but everyone called him Alex. He was the cutest boy in my class and all the girls liked him. I had never even talked to him and there I was thinking about holding his hand. I knew he would never have a crush on me because I was definitely not the prettiest girl in our 3rdgrade class.
I was the shy quiet girl who kept to herself and he hung out with the “popular kids”. I was nowhere near popular considering I was very shy. Whenever my friends asked me who my crush was I would blush and tell them I didn’t have one. Even though I never told my friends who I liked, they knew I liked Alex and would tease me about it every day. It made me so mad whenever I got teased because I didn’t want Alex to know I liked him.
I think I only talked to him once and that was only because he needed to borrow a pencil. “s-s-s-sure”
I stuttered as I pulled a pencil from my back pack. I was so lame! To this day I feel sorry for myself because I was so awkward! If I could go back in time, I would go back to my young self and tell myself to stop being so quiet and shy and be confident and talkative like I am now. I never told anyone about my 3rd grade crush except my mom.
My mom recalls the day I told her, saying that my face turned as red as a tomato and my voice cracked as I said I had a crush on a boy named Alex. She said it was cute because I made her pinky promise that she wouldn’t tell my dad. Thinking back, I know very well why I didn’t want my dad to know. If my dad found out I liked a boy, I’d never hear the end of it.
Now that I’m older I think back to those times and try to understand why I was so shy and secretive about having a crush on a boy in the 3rd grade.
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