Time Passed Us By

By Ri

Girl's POV

I think I first starting loving you in 5th grade. Who am I to resist the cute little smile as you ran around the playground, king of the world. We ruled the school in 5th grade and the boys all strutted around with the air of royalty while the little kids looked on in awe. I still remember the moment like it was just yesterday. Turning the corner on the way to recess, you winked at me, thinking yourself to be ever so cool, mature and macho. I blushed like hell and ran into the girls bathroom. I was always the shy one. Never like you. You were always in the midst of the biggest group of friends, all the looks, and all the talent. The girls loved you even back then and I was no different. I daydreamed about you night and day, a childlike crush. You were my very first, and my only.

Next year we moved on to middle school and once again you were everything. The girls clambered to be your next flavor of the week, but I, wanting nothing more then flavor of your life, hung back, shy, unnoticed, unpopular. Somehow I knew without you telling me that you felt the same way about me. You just never said anything. After all, dating wasn't a romance in middle school; it was a game. Something the popular crowd did to seem superior then the rest of us. You couldn't ask me out even you wanted. There was a strict social ranking in middle school. You were nobility while I was a serf, meant only to gravel at your feet. But every now and then you glanced my way and the look on your face said more then the unspoken words ever would. "Wait for me," they said, and I was more then happy to.

I remember the end of the year dance in 8th grade, how could I forget it. The girls all showed up in their fine and beautiful dresses hanging over the poor boy they had drug along with them to hold their stuff and kiss on the cheek. I watched them wrap their arms around each other, slow dancing and pretending to be madly in love. It was all just an act, and everyone knew it, but it was a game. It was the last song. You hadn't come with a date, depending on all the girls to desert their "boyfriends" long enough to fill your dance slots. Of course, you were right. But anyway it was the last song and all the girls had flocked back to their real dates when you caught my eye. You pushed your way through the moving crown, coming towards my section of the wall that I had planted roots beside. You held out your hand and I was about to take it when, you were pulled away by a crowd of your friends. A minute later, you were doing the can-can on the stage with six other guys, the life of the party once more. You seemingly never saw the look of hurt and rejection that crossed my face as I sighed. You had been pulled back into the fake world of friends and parties that kept you from me. We would go to high school and you would forget the girl you loved. It seemed Time had passed us by.