I often think of a girl who liked me in High School. I was completely oblivious at the time, but in retrospect, she really liked me. A lot, probably.

And I thought she was great. Maybe I couldn’t see through me desire, or maybe I was just a dork. ( I was. ) It’s much too late now, but I still think of her and wonder what could have been.

I shouldn’t, though. I’m in a very happy relationship.