I remember the day clearly. It was the end of the day, the bell had already rung and classes were finally over when I walked up to you, blushing and stammering, very quietly confessing that I liked you. You looked surprised at my confession, I looked surprised that I actually got it out. You smiled at me and I thought it meant you liked me enough that one day maybe those feelings could become something deeper...

But you were smiling at the prospect of a new toy weren't you?