Do you remember your first crush? Did you ever tell that person about your feelings?
His name was Jumao. I was in sixth grade; he was in fifth. My best friend told him I liked him on the day of our graduation to middle school, and he and other boys skipped through the halls looking for me, singing "Laaaauuuren likes me." A week or so later, I left Berkeley to spend the summer with my grandmother in Chicago, and by the fall, my mother had moved me to Miami Beach. I never saw him again.
As soon as I'm done having panic attacks about tomorrow night's performances at Hubba Hubba Revue, I need to get back to work looking at potential publishers for my book. Sadly, with book award deadlines looming close, this cannot wait until after I move out of my apartment, so those two sets of panic attacks will just have to learn to get along.