My first “real” crush happened when I was about 9 years old and I was at primary school.

I had a crush on a boy called “Jamie”.

I remember this feeling of constantly wanting to impress him. I wanted him to laugh at my jokes. I wanted him to notice me.

I wasn’t an athletic pretty girl. I was a chubby geeky girl. I used to spend a lot of my free time translating poetry into french and giving lessons to my stuffed animals….so I probably wasn’t someone he was interested in.

I remember sending him a valentines card…and I wrote “from ?” but he figured out it was me.

He didn’t like me back and that was heartbreaking.

Luckily we both went to different secondary schools. He went to the local comprehensive and I went off to an all girls school. (Probably for the best.)