Letter to My First Crush

To my fourth grade crush,

I remember our kiss under the playground just before the bell rang, how fast I ran away with a smile on my face. And how our stupid music teacher ruined a class where we could’ve learned to slow dance together. Damn her and putting me with a different boy than you, you and your eyes that were a bright blue and your hair a pale blond.

Sometimes I wonder what could’ve happened if you didn't move back to Minnesota. Would we have dated? So many questions but one sticks out in my mind, what happened to make you stop writing to me?

Either way I miss you and think about you from time to time. I can only hope that you remember me. Although the feelings have faded, there’s always a grin on my face when I think of you… Even while writing and editing this. Thank you my first crush, for showing me that a kiss with a boy isn't so icky.

Thinking of you,

Marie Bleu, your fourth grade friend