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.