High seems to be a whole lot of firsts. Just an observation of high school on the whole.

I never thought about having my first crush until I was senior. I never really thought of boys that way and focused on my studies. Plus going to an all girls school for six years didn't help my development of my romantic feelings. But there is a fine between thinking you like someone that way and actually liking someone that way. Or so I have learned.

Basically what I'm summarizing is that I am a hopeless romantic but am hopeless when it comes to interpreting my own romantic. It took me two weeks to realize I liked a guy that I probably hadn't talk five minutes too.

Lets take a look at him shall we? Tall, light blonde hair, semi tanned skin, and warm brown eyes. He's the student council secretary, honor student if I recall, used to date the cheerleading captain, and he's an all around nice guy. I talked to him the first day of school and in the short converstation I babbled a fair bit and got him to chuckle a few times. He got up and left but I didn't know it at the time. I was starting to crush on him.

Then on Tuesday I forgot my lunch money and my friends wouldn't let me mooch off of them. So I decided to head to the library to do homework and he was coming in and I was going. He smiled at me and said, "Hi"

That smile he has makes you feel like you two are the only two on Earth. That's when I realized that all that time I looked at the doors leading to the caf from the library. I was looking for him.

Then I began to deal with conflicting emotions my love self and the side of me that's wanted to wait a little while longer. I tried not to look for him. But everytime I saw him he had this smile. Now as my friends said It's in his nature. And he is a senior. So basically love and sophmore year?

Well it's just not a good mix