A two-part story: (warning, it's embarrassing)
Hhaha, my best friend and I were both in 4th grade, and this new boy moved into our class at the begging of the year. And he was really cute and smart and funny and everything a girl could wish for....naturally I had a crush on him, but so did my best friend.
We discussed this a few times, and we were up in my room one day and started discussing it, and we wrestled over it (luckily I was the stronger one so I won), and she had to give him up.
So, I spent the next 2 years obsessing over this guy. I would sit in class and just stare at him with lovey-dovy eyes every single day and hope he didn't notice, I would gush about him to my best friend.
One day she was over at my house and we went for a walk around the block to just talk or whatever (this was 5th grade now) I started to talk about him again, and I got a little bit extreme...my words: "I'm in love, it was meant to be, he is my soulmate, I love him!! !" Then another guy from our class raced by on his bicycle and he heard me.
The next day I had to work with my crush on a project in class....I was mortified, luckily it was near the end of the year, and though I still had a crush on him, I didn't speak about it. And that was the most awkward day of my life, btw.
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