Today was my last day of school. I finally worked up the courage to get a hug from him and so I said, "Hey,I wanna hug!" and held my arms out. I don`t even think he noticed I was there; he was signing a yearbook. I gave up on that and decided to try and get one afterwords. When he was done, he walked over to our other friend. He was getting something out of his backpack. He said, "She`s still here. Give it to her,ok?" Our friend said yes. It was a stuffed puppy dog and a note. The note was a love poem, one he`d come up with himself. It was for Aimee, not me. Of course. I was stupid and naive to think he would ever like me. Aimee is beautiful and sweet and funny and talemmted. I`m just...me. My friends tease me in front of him about me liking him so I know he knows I do. It`s so jacked up. None of the guys I like ever like me back. One of my friends likes his brother, and I`m pretty sure they`re gonna go out. Love just isn`t my thing right now. But you know what? Maybe he`ll forget about her over summer. Maybe I`ll forget about him. I`m still young. I have a whole life ahead of me to fall in and out of love, so I should try to have a boy-free summer and just relax. Like I said earlier, forget about him and all his charm. But I doubt that will ever happen.