"It's been like, what, 3 months?"
"No way. It has to be less than 3 mont-"

Eight.
Eight months.
June
January.

What went wrong?

Who is he?
I hate him
He's annoying
He's mediocre
He's fine
He's okay
He's nice
He's funny
He's cute
He's making me beat myself up.

Eight.

Kahoots
Indirect complaints.
Ignore it

Lighthearted teasing
Underhanded insults.
Ignore it.

Tiny pencils
Phylum Project
Picture day.
Stop over thinking it.
Ignore
It.

Anxiety;
Tears;
Pity points;
He could ignore /me/;
October 10th.

Stupid with Love
Assigned seating
Geometry game.
Please
Ignore it!

'Unwanted' interruptions
Static electricity
Victim of attention

Holy crap.
It's been eight months.
And as much as I try to ignore it.
I can't.

6 months is too long.
"I've been aimlessly daydreaming and not taking the slightest action.
That needs to change"
Give him the freaking note.

Keep it in your orange folder.
Maybe one day you'll gain the guts.
It's been eight months.

And here I still am.