He was a boy. At a young age, he was just the thing to give you cooties. I, at the time, actually hated him. He was popular and a boy and he never noticed me. And there are very few people I'll ever hate.

But one day in the fifth grade, I was in class with him and a few other kids. We were working on a project; er, supposed to be working on a project, rather. Instead, this boy and I were having a "Yo mamma" joke challenge. He won, because, of course he was much more familiar with that sort of thing.

But something inside of me didn't care about that. I was seeing the REAL Carson Daniel Alsup for the first time. He was funny and sweet and creative and even a little....cute. From that day on, I think a crush developed. And that crush, at the beginning of the seventh grade, turned into a heart-throbbing love.

I wrote him a love letter. Call me cheesy. It did sound like it came from a Hallmark card, and yes I thought he would never actually read it.

But he did.

He changed. We changed, rather. From best friends into something just below lovers. He didn't necessarily love me, but he let me flirt and he flirted back. He let me hold his hands and talk to him about things we'd never talked about before. He would give me looks. The kind that makes a girl smile. Wide.

Carson made me lovesick for the first time, and I still love him.