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I remember the first day I laid eyes on you. It was tenth grade, first semester gym class and I remember instantly thinking how cute you were. The first day I talked to you, we were put on the same basketball team where you saw firsthand how completely inept at sports I was (and still am). Despite my awkwardness and total lack of social grace, we managed to become friends along the way, and I started to care about you. People warned me about you though, so I became okay with being just friends.. even though I always felt a twinge of jealousy seeing you with another girl.

Even though the schoolgirl crush was very much alive, you became one of my best friends.. You listened, I listened, and we were there for each other. But then high school ended, texts get few and far in between and it was just not the same anymore. Even though I missed you, I was starting a new chapter in my life and I grew okay with growing apart.

But one night though in the middle of September, after you had a pretty rough night, you became my friend again. We went out for coffee, talked for hours about our lives and that schoolgirl crush immediately took over me again. We started to hang out more, and for a split second I thought that you could maybe, just possibly feel the same way. Then one night, the night I turned 18, you told me you did…

Ever since grade 10 gym class.