Green eyes, curly brown hair, freckles, lopsided smile.
He was in sixth grade; I was in third grade.
The grown-ups named it a crush. Said I was “sweet on him.”
All I knew was that I wanted to go outside every time I looked out the window and saw him kicking his soccer ball or mowing his parents’ lawn, while at the same time my stomach felt full of icy bubbles whenever he was around.
From the September 5, 2015, Daily Post Prompt.