A few months ago, I wrote these words about the guy who used to be my high school crush. I haven't thought much about him since that post went up. I haven't crossed my fingers since New Year. He never got on my bus anyway. But then, one day, he did.

"Help! Get me out of here!"
All my best friends received an SOS text on a sunny Thursday morning in March. I'd never thought I'd see this guy again onmy way to college. Why did he have to get on my bus on this so-far perfect day?
Panic rushed through my veins. What if he saw me? What if I'd lose my cool? I wanted to get off that bus, but he'd chosen a seat right next to the door. I had nowhere to go... Even though my best friend texted me to forbid me to think about him, I started looking back at the past I'd shared with this guy. At 16, I had the biggest crush of my life on him. He was smart, taller than me, had nice hair and most important of all: he liked Harry Potter just as much as I did. He made me laugh, he comforted me when I cried and if I threw my math book away in frustration he piecked it up and explained it all to me.

I looked at the guy in the seat next to the door. 'Scrawny' was the first word that came to my mind. He used to fill my world with his presence, his laughter could drown out all the noise around us. Now I saw how unfriendly his face looked when he wasn't smiling. He couldn't have been all that tall. I realized I'd probably tower over him in the shoes I was wearing that day. He couldn't fill my world anymore, no matter how hard he'd try. He'd changed, I'd changed. I knew I missed the person he once was, the person who always had my back. That person was long gone though. The guy in the seat next to the door was someone else entirely, someone I didn't know.

The bus arrived at the subway station. I wanted to walk past him and make a big deal out of not noticing him. I looked good that day, and even though it was petty, I wanted to show him I didn't need him to feel good. But he'd disappeared before I got the chance. Now that I look back on that day, I don't mind that I didn't get that chance. After my first few moments of panic, I realized I felt absolutely nothing for this guy anymore. If we'd started a conversation, I wouldn't have known a single thing to tell him. That Gotye song was perfect for the occasion: now you're just somebody that I used to know.
I thought I'd be sad when that statement would become true about him and me. Now I know I'm not. It feels good. 'Cause now I'm finally on my way to better things.

Stay Awesome!