It is a strange thought to think that 6th grade was eight years and I have not spoken or seen my 6th grade crush since. I like to imagine that he is off doing incredible things with his life like finding cures to diseases or traveling the globe. Several times I have attempted to find (stalk) him on all sources of social media without any luck. Therefore, I am taking to the Odyssey in the odd chance that he stumbles upon this article to let him know exactly how I felt. Will I regret this? Maybe.
Since I am bearing my heart to the entire internet I think it is only fair that I tell you the whole truth and nothing but the truth. My crush for this boy started on this first day he walked into my block class. This was probably the exact point in my life where I began believing in love at first sight. He had the most perfectly long hair that he would flip every five seconds. At the time I thought it was his way of flirting with me but now I realize that he probably just didn't want hair in his eyes. He was the new boy in school, I know my life is one big teen movie cliché. He had just moved into my little town from the big city. With confidence, he walked right up to the front of the room and said his name was Tyler followed by his signature hair flip. My teacher pointed to an empty and I think my heart stopped. Tyler scooted out the chair and sat down right next to me.
For the next few weeks, little class work was done. Sitting by Tyler proved to be the worst thing for my grade and prompted my first student teacher conference. (Sorry Mom you never knew this…surprise!) He was just intoxicating, or maybe it was just the bottle of Axe body spray he went through on the daily, either way I fell hard. In my head we were already married with a house and two dogs.
Fast forward to the end of the year. My class was preparing for the annual 6th grade camping trip. Basically it is where all the hormonal boys and girls get to spend a night together in the woods with little adult supervision, I mean learn about the beauty of nature. Anyways, fate was on my side again because Tyler's campsite was directly across from mine. He told me to meet him that night near the big totem pole. I felt like I was going to puke and die. As soon as it was dark out, I quietly unzipped my tent and snuck out to meet Tyler. I felt so bad a**. There he was standing right where he said he would be. I walked up to him and he instantly wrapped me in a hug. I melted. Then the moment I was waiting for, he asked me if I liked him. Looking back it seems stupid but back then this was the biggest moment of my life. However, I couldn't respond it was like my body wouldn't let. I stood there like a silent stupid idiot.
I never told Tyler that I liked him. He never knew how I felt. I moved to a different town a few weeks after the camp trip where I became the new girl. I think the takeaway from this story is to take chances because you never know what could happen. I often wonder what would have happen if I would have been able to speak that night at the totem pole. Take a risk and be fearless!
PS If you are reading this Tyler, call me.
