Irony

We encounter irony almost everyday. When I was in fifth grade I was madly in love with a highschool boy. Everytime I saw him I would just melt and just stare at him. He was one of my brother's friend and they thought it was funny. He would always give me a hug and say hey. The irony of the story is this same guy sent me a message telling me how much I have grown up and how He'd love to hang out with me! All I could do was laugh at how ironic it was because I was so infatuated with him and now he wanted to hang out.