This morning I went to the commissary with my dad. We had just pulled into a parking space, and my dad was getting the grocery list and coupons all together before we got out of the car. I saw this guy walking to his car, and he was wearing a cross country jacket from my high school. This peaked my curiosity, so I kinda stared at the guy, trying to see if it was someone I knew. It turned out to be this guy Mike that I graduated with. He was parked directly across the aisle from us, and he may have seen me as he backed out of his parking space, but I'm really not sure, and I am of course to much of a wuss to have just waved and seen what he would do.

It was kinda surreal, because Mike and I used to like each other way back in the day. And I mean really like each other. We had one of those text-book middle school crushes. It developed late in our seventh grade year, and on the last day of school he asked me if I ever went to this one pool over the summer. I said yes, because my family usually made it out there pretty often. Well, that particular summer, I never made it to the pool. I was kinda bummed about it cuz I wanted to see Mike, but I really didn't think about how it would affect him.

So the first day of eighth grade rolled around and we had our first period class together. Basically the first thing he said to me was, "you never came to the pool." He seemed really hurt, and I of course felt like dirt. But we were still cool.

A few weeks later, our english teacher told us he had yellow kittens that he was giving away. I was all about getting a kitten, so I asked my 'rents and they sadi I could have one. I was gushing over this at lunch one day, and Mike piped up that he had kittens as well. So I was all about getting a kitten from Mike, cuz you know, I liked the boy. I asked him what color his kittens were, so I could choose which would be cuter, and his were white. So I told my mom of this new plan and she asked about kitten color as well. I told her they were white, and she was all, "I don't like white cats they always look dirty." So the next day, I had to break the news to Mike that I would, in fact, not be taking his kitten after all. He was hurt again.

Between that, the pool, and the fact that I didn't know how to deal with the fact that I had hurt him, his affection for me soon dwindled. I mean, I was a really naive kid who had never had someone really like me like that before. And I had no idea just how much he liked me back until much later when I looked back over it. I totally liked him, but never realized just how much he reciprocated that. And I broke his heart. I, the girl who is in constant like fo someone, actually broke a heart. *shakes head in disbelief*

Middle school was so long ago, but those memories can rush back after seeing someone for only half a minute. Crazy.

I wonder what would have happened if I made it to the pool.

I try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
~Little Texas

(Yes, those are country music lyrics. *sticks tongue out*)

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here