Nick (the lowkey prick)

2nd grade. Too young? I suppose so.

But my mind was always running, even at a early age.

Nick was his name.

Tall, tan, and teeming with the ability to either make you feel like something, or nothing, just by looking at you.

He loved baseball and basketball.

He liked candy and kickball.

Athletic he was.

Attracted to me he was not.

But that didn't stop me.

I crushed on this boy up until the fifth grade, up until I went to a different middle school than he.

I look back now... nothing pops out to highschool me that was so amazing about him.

He was just like any other boy in elementary school, yet he caught my eye.

Sometimes I browse around his Instagram, just to see what's going on, you know.

I do this with all my elementary school "friends."

He hasn't changed, by the way.

Taller than ever, six foot something at least.

Still loves to play baseball and basketball.

He must have gotten contacts, his black-rimmed glasses are gone.

Strange, the little details you remember.

Funny, I crushed on him for four years, and now I'm just like, whatever.

Moved on, I know.