Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a pop quiz.

I have finally started my rewatch of My So Called Life. It was necessary.

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.


My point?

I love Jordan Catalano.

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