Was in third grade, i liked that pretty girl in class. She was sitting right across the room. There was this moment we shared when we both were adjusting our seats and our eyes met. We smiled at eachother. One time, i just wanted to say that I love her. Saw her playing with her 2 friends during a break. I went to her but stopped within some feet away. I was fucking scared. We never talked nor exchanged any words with eachother the whole year, and changed schools the next year. By mid year at the new school, i recognized her. She had changed completely, physically.( i learnt later that she had an operation for a fatal health issue and that it'd taken a heavy toll on her). The only words that came to my mouth was, " are you 'blah blah'?". She shyly nodded. I smiled and went on my way. She was definitely my first crush. Years later, i was surprised that i too was her first......life is funny. Sometimes i wonder, what if i had approached her, disregarding the fear...how would that have turned out?