Today is my high school friend's birthday. I had a crush on him back in Grade 9. And 11. ... And 12. (Only skipped Grade 10 because he was at Trek.) He wasn't a jock, or popular. I didn't even notice him on my own.

A and I were away at the '92 BC Winter Games for our respective sports, and so, after getting back, we had to pair up for some missed work in class. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the popular girls on the sofa drawing hearts in the air around us, and was embarrassed for him because - well, I wasn't exactly a hot commodity, haha.

From 4 classes together in Grade 11 to none in Grade 12. Come spring, I finally wrote him a note. Letter. Novella. Note. And got my friend to slip it into his locker. And then I spilt my guts to him over the phone. Boy did that catch him off guard. HahAhHAha. (I know one of you out there knows what I'm talking about!)

He found me the week after and we went for a stroll - yep, the "let's just be friends" talk. Which was really funny because after I'd told him over the phone, the crush was no more. :)

Ah, to be young and naïve again.

Happy Birthday, A. :)