I knew a girl my junior year of high school. Very beautiful with a cold personality, and I loved that about her. It made me happy when I could make her smile. She wore her hair dark and she had olive colored skin. She always propped her knees on the desk with a Red Bull in one hand and a phone in the other. She drank two Red Bulls every morning even though she had a heart condition.

She would tell me about the boys she fucked. I never understood her taste in boys; to be frank, she dated a lot of asshats. I laughed when she talked about one in particular who I used to hate, as she pinched her fingers together when talking about his penis. She had a very short temper and was quick to decide whether she liked someone or not. I was happy that she had decided to like me.

I saw her about two weeks ago working in a restaurant in my hometown. She said hi as she seated me. I really miss her a lot.

- high school crushes