i was eight, and she was the most popular girl in the class. she was smart and really pretty, but mostly i liked her 'cause she was hilarious. and not bitchy or snobby at all, which was why she was so well liked.
but i didn't tell anyone, because i didn't want to be "one of those people", heh. so i pretended to have a crush on some guy everybody liked to avoid suspicion, and told myself i just wanted to be her friend.
i ended up liking her on and off for oh, about 8 years, until i started high school. i know it was love too, because i'd watch her with her boyfriend and wish it was me, but have this weird feeling of contentment that at least SHE had love in her life.
i still think about her quite often, she's one of my best memories. and i think that's how i'd like her to stay.
that was my first crush.