that he had had a huge crush on me too, back in the day. my 20-year-old self was delighted that she’d not been imagining things – and yet i was also so sad that he’d never done anything about it. then again, i’d been too scared to do anything too. could have… would have… should have… .
but i can’t help wondering ‘what if’ – and whether he ever does too. sometimes i wish we could just meet for coffee and chat about the old days. i’m burning to ask him why he never made a move on me. but that’d be inappropriate as his being married makes him seriously off-limits 