It was a "love-at-first-sight" High School crush that lasted about 5 years. I thought he was the most handsome yet delicate thing I ever set my eyes upon, comparing his skin to the gently fallen snow-capped mountains, his dark hair to the deepest corners beyond the universe. His lack of attention to me, however, added to the murky sadness that I was already enduring—we didn't even become friends. I would steal memories of him at scared yet savored glances. I remember being a student-aid, I looked his class schedule up on the school's data-base so I could simply shoot eyes at him in between passing-periods—almost in a way, watching over him. Came the end of the school-year & I readied a note to him, squeezing my heart into it where I had a friend that personally knew him as to deliver it to this young man. I also summoned up the courage to get this gentleman to sign my year book in which he wrote, 'Have a nice summer.' — This was about the only reaction I got from him despite such potent and dire admiration. To this day, I still haven't an idea if he even got my note. I have learned quite a bit since this particular event in my life, and when I look back at it, it was just a one-way love. It has made my heart more calloused and attune. This experience only strengthens Alfred Lord Tennyson's quote, "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."