I remember my first crush. Most people would say they don't remember, but I remember every little detail as if it happened just yesterday. His name was Kevin, and we were in kindergarden. It was a weird time for me, because I never had an older sibling, and I didn't know what cooties were. And god forbid I knew that boys were supposed to be icky, and gross.
And when my eyes landed on him, I saw him for him. And I fell head over heels for him. I think now if I got to know the real him, maybe I wouldn't like him as much as I did in the past, but damn that doesn't get me thinking about what would have happened if I had just stayed there forever. Just staring into his deep brown eyes for endless moments.
I miss those days when we were innocent.