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does this sound stalkerish?

On Friday, October 16, 2009, I developed the biggest crush I’ve ever had for someone, on a boy I know nothing about. I had myself convinced that he liked me too. It absolutely made my day every time he said “hi” to me. Whenever I passed him in the hall my heart started pounding, and I got butterflies. I tried to slip out a “hi” without sounding overly enthusiastic. I went out of my way to walk by Mr. Worthen’s room in N hall, which is where he sat at lunch, hoping he might notice me. On Tuesday, January 5, 2010, I saw him holding hands with a girl. My jaw dropped, my heart broke, my stomach sank, and I tried the hardest I ever have to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. However, they didn’t leave me enough time to get over him, because they broke up a week later.
Everyone knew I liked him, everyone except for him. Eventually, the word got around to him. What I believed to be the best day of my life was the day that he gave me his phone number and told me to call him. I tried to call him a few times, but he didn’t answer, and then claimed that he was busy. Then I realized that I wasted almost my whole freshman year liking a complete and total stranger. I realized that if I would’ve told him I liked him from the beginning, instead of waiting six months, I would’ve discovered sooner that I had no interest in this boy who made me fanatical. I would’ve known sooner that he always would’ve blown me off, and that he wasn’t worth the time and energy I put into pursuing him. I could’ve saved myself a lot of tears and embarrassment too.
However, he provided me with six of the happiest months of my life. I never got tired of scribbling Missy + Matt in my notebook. In my opinion, the very best feeling in the world is those butterflies that make you feel like you’re going to vomit, faint, and fly all at the same time. Every time I saw his smile with the prominent gap in between his two front teeth and rectangular-framed black glasses, on his precisely chiseled face, I couldn’t help myself from smiling a huge, incredibly dorky smile. It was a smile that probably made him wonder if there was something wrong with me.
I often wonder why I loved a complete stranger for six months. There had to be a reason, a piece of the puzzle that will create the bigger picture. Maybe I’m over analyzing the whole situation, but I know it will all make sense in the end. I’m sure he had no intention at all to hurt me. There are a lot of things he doesn’t know. I’m sure he didn’t know what a big part of my life he was, when I was probably such a miniscule part of his. He’ll never know that I memorized the date that I started liking him. He’ll never know that he made the most outgoing girl, who isn’t afraid to talk to anybody, tongue-tied and shy. He’ll never know that he was the biggest crush I’ve ever had, and a huge part of my freshman year. He’ll never know that I will never, ever forget him, and in five years he will have no recollection of me. Oh, if he only knew...

and no its not from a book, i wrote it for english class:)