I love
Eileen - and while young I had a crush on one-throughout my entire eighth grade year.
"She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like
Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" Twelfth Night