a final chapter.

i didn't know what it was about this kid, but i couldn't get over him. ever since 3rd grade, 5 had been my lucky number. and i couldn't let this kid go. he was nothing exciting, just like any other immature 8th grader, but for some reason, my heart would not move on.
then, there was youth conference. i was talking to rachel who was in my group and said, you know what would be perfect? is if he was in our group. then i could become friends with him all over again, and it would be just like elementary school... she freaked out and said the opposite of what i had expected. he is!
youth conference started, that first night he walked in late in his baseball uniform, trying to act all cool. he looked in and noticed i was in the group and there was like a look of shock on his face, like is this really happening? the first day began and everyone was just getting to know each other. he was shy and definitely not himself. but half way through the day, while we were making hats, we finally started talking again.. and it really was just like it used to be. we flirted, and talked, and laughed, and liked him sooo much all over again.
the next day though, there was a girl from his ward, and she flirted with him probably more than i have ever seen a girl flirt. so of course, i get mad, but decide if she's going to be around him a lot i should probably atleast become her friend. so i did. and realized she is one of the nicest sweetest girls ever. he ended up not liking her. and she ended up finding out everything about him and who he liked and everything for me. turns out he still liked me.. at the dance, he asked me to swing dance with him. and it was, the most awkward dance of my life. 100%. neither of knew how to swing dance, so he was pratically flailing himself about aimlessly. it was terrible. and embarassing to admit it even happened.
and then the next day, i realized, i was completely over him. i'm not sure what it was that clicked, but i didn't like him anymore. not even a little bit. i still flirted with him, and was friends with him, but i didn't like him anymore. at all. maybe i just had missed him... maybe i just liked him when i was younger and didn't consider that we had both changed. whatever it was. i was for reals over him. after 6 whole years. i was done.
and since that day, i haven't liked him like that in the slightest bit. 9th grade started. and we've talked almost every day. he became friends with all of my friends... and decided to like my best friend, who decided to like him. weird right? one of my very best friends, and this kid that i liked for almost half of my life. but i'm completely over him, so it honestly doesn't even matter. (:
and still, i probably do know more about that kid than most of his friends. and i'm friends with him. and everything worked out. (and to this day my lucky number is still 5 :)
i never planned on the "first crush story" being soo long. and if you endured it, congrats. it was more of a journal entry for me... just reviewing it all. but that is the extremely long story, of my first crush.

...the end