Language Barriers

I saw this picture today from high school and it triggered a certain memory. It reminded me of this boy, his name was James San Roman... he was beautiful. That's really the only way to describe how I remember him. I also remembered really liking him. It was one of those adolescent crushes I guess, but I just thought about how many "what if" thoughts and memories I had about this guy. You see, we had this thing going on called a language barrier -__-. What if he was able to understand me? Would it have been a silly adolescent crush still? Or what if he would have realized how much of a waste of time I was? Who knows... Fuck, you language barrier.