It had all been for naught. Not that she cared. He knew that now.
He’d had a crush on her ever since that first time she’d gotten on the bus. She had a smile that could melt ice cubes. Everyone liked her. He had hoped she liked him too.
Stomach in knots, he’d screwed up his courage and gotten off at her stop so that he could talk to her. But she didn’t notice him as she ran home.
He just stood there, watching the bus receding into the distance, his friends laughing.
Third-grade puppy love is hard.
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