There was something about how frequently she'd dream about him, and not tell anyone - not even her squad.
There was something about how she'd say 'no' to any other guy who'd ask her out.
There was something about his cologne which lingered in his house, every time she stepped in. There was something about the wave of euphoria that went through her every time she'd see him, or hear his voice.
There was something about that little hope she held to her heart, of him noticing her, every time she'd hit "like" on his posts on social media.

And there was something about the way she'd write about him.