This topic feels personal to me. I'm not particularly interested in blogging about it. But, points are points.
The first girl that I ever liked that actually meant anything was this girl in high school named Kelly. Basically, she was a new girl at school, having transferred in earlier that year. I got to know her through all the musical programs we were together in. At first, she was just in choir and show choir, but through the persuasive efforts of basically everyone, she also joined band. She was a fantastic dancer for show choir, and an amazing singer. I was the tenor's leader, and she was in charge of the second sopranos. She also eventually began to lead the pit section of the band, and I was in charge of the low brass (I was a pretty fantastic musician, best instrumentalist in school... but I seemed to have lost most of my talent when I moved, and I have no idea why). I was widely considered the smartest kid in school, although I'd typically end up reading instead of doing homework/tests/quizzes/assignments, and she was the person with the highest grades otherwise. Unfortunately, most of our time spent hanging out was in the after school musical stuff, because she typically wasn't in the more advanced courses that I was taking. Kelly was immensely popular, being bright, cheerful, and (in my opinion) cute.
Anyway, she started dating my best friend and then I moved and I didn't have a means to contact anyone. So I lost contact with her and basically everyone else from school, then moved and didn't find a single interesting girl in my new school. And thus the story of a one-sided crush comes to an end.
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