Remember when it was a mortal sin to play with boys in kindergarten?
You had to eat your PB&J with the girls, because you just couldn't catch the dreaded cooties.
Most boys were simply these creatures that would sneer at Barbies. How awful.
Primary school flies by in a blur, these feelings an ever-present, reliable friend.
Until they aren't.
Middle school rears it's ugly head at your innocence, and things change. Boy's don't seem that awful anymore.
The end of middle school lurks, and these feelings begin to be voiced in giggles and whispers.
High school has dawned, and things really start to change. You desperately want his attention. You wear things, say things, just to get a cursory glance from Prince Charming.
Prom, Valentine's Day, Homecoming. It's a lot, it's to much, as they all urgently search for someone to take them.
Thing is, you never did get your cooties shot.