When I moved to this town

I had no friends

And you became one of my best friends

And in third grade, you had a crush on me

I don't know why

I was nothing special

Then at the end of fifth grade

You were ripped away from my life

You went to a different junior high

You were gone, for three years

And now we're starting high school, supposedly four of the best years of our lives

And you're going to be in the same school as me again

I didn't have to wait until school to see you

Marching Band

A place where I can see you

And although we never talk

Just the sight of you, sparked nostalgia

Nostalgia that has caused something deep within me

To awaken

If I could, I would go back to third grade, and I would tell my younger self of all of the emotions I have for you

Today

But I can't

And you don't feel that way anymore

Timing is bad I guess

But I truly hope we can be at least friends again