I remember thinking of her.
I remember that I always envied her best friend,
How they'd do everything together.
I remember doing anything to see her alone,
Playing American Girl doll school in my room
Or aliens in the upstairs closet.

I remember hearing that my first crush liked her,
And I remember that I wasn't angry.
I don't remember thinking much of it except,
Good choice.
I remember feeling jealous,
But of whom, I'm no longer sure.

I remember wondering later, perhaps years later,
Why I never remembered her talking of boys.
Could she like girls?
I remember wanting so desperately to know a girl who did.
Little did I know
I always had.