No matter how many different ways I tried to dress it up and tried to make it sound more mature, it was just an innocent little high-school crush. Really. There's not much more to it than that.

That's the realization I came to today while I was reading over my Xanga.
And the biggest reason why it seemed like it was so much more intense than it was, was because I made everything poetic.

It's just a crush, something to coo at and think "My, isn't that cute?"

Just like that.

"My, isn't that cute."
Another passing thought in my mind.

Hah. I feel a lot better now that I've said that. I feel like I can continue on with life. I can accept it and hold it, without embracing it, and move.

I want to run through the streets again and shout. And, upon reflection, I've nearly forgotten the words to 'just another shade of blue'. Although I claimed I'd remember forever.

All of this is just another moment in a chapter in the chronicles of my life. Should be The Chronicles of Shayla, rather.

I'm smiling. And I hope I continue to do so until then.