It's reminding me of my own desperate, desperate Jordan Catalano-esque love from my youth.
I fell in love with a boy the first day of sixth grade at my brand new school.
I walked into class in my glasses that first day, and sat down at an empty desk in the back, and tried my best not to be noticed. He entered a few minutes later, so tall, and the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, and he almost sat next to me...and then didn't.
I was completely and totally in love with him for four years.
He lived in my neighborhood, and my sister was friends with his sister. I cataloged our every conversation. I can still recall some of them vividly. I remember a dream I had about him once. I'm almost positive he knew I was obsessed with him.
It was not to be.
One time, a girl I carpooled with, a gorgeous little thing who is now an actress here in LA (hmph), made him her boyfriend and kissed him in the hall in full view of me. Bitch.
I love Jordan Catalano.