I went dumbstruck around this classmate. There was something magnetic about her.
I wanted to get to know her, be her friend.
Of course, this was 6th grade.
I was innocent and knew nothing helpful.
I tried to befriend her.
We wrote letters to each other for a few weeks.
It was fun, and I thought I had made her my friend.
But then our friendship structure failed.
I don't know what went wrong.
I never did anything.
But I couldn't talk to her anymore easily.
She made me too uncomfortable.
I wanted to make conversation, but fell silent.
Maybe... May..be... I liked her?
No couldn't be, could it?
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