Last night I dreamnt about a girl I haven't thought of in years. We grew up together in school. She was Homecoming Queen to my bestfriend our junior year. My bestfriend's girl. I was madly in love with her.
I would make her mixtapes and write her shitty love poems. Every party I'd hang on her every word. I'd play third wheel with her and my friend on hiking trips and cityhops. She was so beautiful. Not the hottest cheerleader in our class or something but beautiful in a better way. Her smile was so pure. She was smart and kind and a warm ember we all crowded around.
She knew how I felt about her and she never toyed with my emotions. We flirted with each other playfully by day and even more recklessly at night. I wanted her but I was just a shy druggie loner scared of his own shadow. Maybe if I'd stopped playing the fool for one party and told her how I truly felt I may have gotten a taste of that forbidden fruit.
Or maybe not. She was and is way out of my league. I looked her up and she just finished her Masters while teaching schoolchildren in South Africa, and she is as beautiful as I remember. Damn you Google. I hope she kept a mixtape.
Hubski, do you have any stories of burning crushes or loves lost? What ghosts haunt your dreams?