Dear Crush

Dearcrush;

Or should I say old Best Friend.

Last week, I saw you for the first time in a year, and I still got those butterflies I always used to get. Stupid me.

I was standing there looking at some shirt in the mall and beyond that shirt, I saw you. I knew it was you.

You still have that same short Jet black hair.
You most definitely got taller than I remember...you were always oh so tall.
You still wear those same old t-shirts that I always thought was cute and casual.

I knew you knew it was me because you stared back, but you were with your friends.
Your new friends.
And I didnt want to look stupid like the butterflies in my stomach.

I hope someday we will reconnect. I hope someday I'll have the balls to tell you how I felt all these years.

But until then I'll stay this stupid girl who will always have stupid thoughts.
And as for you, you will remain as the lucky bastard that will remain this stupid girls crush, of course.