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                 If only I had listened to him in fourth grade. Leaving me to fall in love with him in the fifth grade. I watched my love hoping I wasn't too close. Watching in tears, antipathy, and even jealousy. I should have known from the beginning, but each day I had hope and tears telling me that one day this boy will return my awaited feelings. Something told me I wasn't going to win his heart, but it's been three years now and the closest confession was a 'maybe' or rejection. Just what would it take to calm his troubleness and for him to have normal conversations with me. Like the good times in fourth grade. Why did I try to avoid him back then? I should have gone with the flow of allowing him to get me in trouble every time we'd hang out together in school. Of course he would change. Then was there and past. But now is here and present leaving me this ongoing wish.