The Roller Coaster Ride

Oh my god. Those are the only three words I can say to express this roller coaster ride I have been through with you. I first met you in sixth grade. I didn't know you, but you seemed intelligent and kind. In seventh grade, you were a jerk, calling me names, taunting me. Eighth grade was the worst of all. You walked past me not giving me a second glance. I seemed to hate you, as much as you can hate someone. But, do you want to know a secret? I loved you the whole time. You made me feel like no other, like I was floating on a cloud above the world. I wasn't your friend, I hardly knew you, you hardly knew me, but strangely I was madly in love with you. It seems as if you don't care about me at all, like I am just a speck of dust in your world. I understand you can't be seen with me because I am not cool. You called me weird, which I have no idea why. I didn't try to hurt you or scare you. I didn't try to make you feel uncomfortable or to hate me. All I ever did to you was love you.