Her name started with a D... She was actually really cool and chizz but I was awkward (having just moved from Canada) and obviously not what she was looking for. Not really sure what a 3rd grader would be looking for but it surely wasn't me. At first I was really scared to talk to her since she was waaaaay out of my league but towards the end of the year (after I graduated from spending days with the school nurse) I had a full conversation with her. Usually I just shared my cinnamon rolls with her... Anyway.. One day I got the bright idea to bring her flowers (I was a weird little Canadian boy who wore short shorts and church shoes).. Well.. She didn't come to school that day and I forgot the flowers so I figured I'd leave them there and give them to her the next day :( When I went back to school the flowers were trashed and so was my heart. I cried pretty bad and spent yet another day with the school nurse. We kept our casual cinnamon roll sharing lunch habits but I never had the courage to tell her how I felt... On the last day of school she asked for my number but.... She never called </3
It was truly my introduction to heartbreak. I didn't even have a MySpace to stalk her *Sheds tears*.. I guess that just set the tone for my great life with the women today :D ..... *sarcasm*..
L.A.D.Y coming soon :
The Polliana Process
