I’ve been looking for you for years now, to no avail. Too bad your name is insanely popular, making it impossible to narrow you down.
You’re a redhead. You went to Gayle Middle School. You were very sweet.
You went by Alex when I knew you, it wasn’t until one of the last days at school that you told me your full name. I prefer James better.
You asked me out, but I was scared. I wanted to say yes, but I didn’t know what would’ve happened. I hate living in the past, but I can’t leave your question hanging. Do you remember what it was?
I want to tell you why. I want to catch up with you. I want to see how you’re doing. I want to see how you’ve changed over the past 5 years. I want to find you.
Where are you?
-Your 7th grade redhead crush.