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I am 17, and I like a girl who is 17.......me and her were both born on the same day and same month and same year, and we were playmates and friends and classmates in sunday school as children.......we were friends from either when i was 3, 4, or 5 to when I was 9......her parents and my parents were friends, and my parents were married at the time.....I remember warm fuzzy memories of my first feelings of romantic love.....she was the first girl I ever had a crush on.....but I moved when I was 8, and hardly saw her after that......when I was 9 going on 10, we went to a gulenist religious camp together, but because i was advanced in my intellectual abilities they put me in with the older boys rather than the children......the camp was at a hotel, and i tried to be as close to my friend as possible, but I was also going through changes mentally due to puberty and had fantasies about kissing her or dating her, although i later found out this was haram.......and i could not see her that much, no matter how hard i tried.....i finally got a chance to hang out with her at an arcade far off from the hotel at night with her older brothers, but my parents did not let me....at the end of the camp, I told her how I felt about her (despite the fact that my mother did not want me talking to her), and she shouted "ew!" and ran off....a year later, I saw her at a festival, and she smiled at me from afar, next to my sister, who was also smiling.....I had too much ADHD stimulants that day, and I was upset at my rejection, and I had a crush on another girl at the time, and felt that she was smiling because my sister told her my secrets.....so I gave her a dirty look, and walked off...i looked back, and she was still smiling.....but seemed to be a little disappointed, perhaps thinking i did not remember her.....i felt guilty and began to look for her later, but could not find her and before i knew it it was time for my family to go home.....i saw her again at a gulenist camp in the 8th grade, and by that point we were segregated by gender, and i saw her once walking with her friends, and said hi to her, but she did not hear me.....i tried adding her on social media in the 10th grader, but by that time she was all grown and her father did not allow her to talk to boys, even to say hi......i haven't talked to her in years, i haven't seen her in years...and I have no idea what kind of person she is now, but I do know her father..........and her older brother was my mentor in middle school....i told my mother and some family friends i wanted to court her but they said that i dont know her and should not have feelings for her because i do not know if she is the same person.....except for one family friend, who said that although i did not know her character, she still said it could happen...am i wrong for feeling this way when I dont know this girl, or anything about her?

Your lovely eyes outshine the sun up high For they do not burn yet they make me blush Bring life, to lands whose cold made many die Your whispers bring rain to lands of former lush For your words make gentle a stubborn cloud Whose denial of rain does make us loud With screaming and screaming but blushing when found Your hands are diamonds to a poor man’s soul Which can only be gained when his effort is whole And all the more worth it, but you’re much more than money Instead you’re a friend, and lover, my honey And your hands I wish to hold at sundown To show you I’m with you, even when down Your smile is hope on a war torn land Land torn by fighting and sinning of spite And if only if only I whisper at night We sail away after reaching the sand To our own little castle, and our own little palace Where we may cuddle, and share a soft kiss Like I dreamed and whispered to a pillow at night While you were gone, and I had no sight But now I see a return of our love A playful spirit like the past down below And a grown up’s work ethic up above And the love and tenderness of a marriage is sown If only if only I say to myself, Where do I go when the nights are sleepless But instead, instead, I should remember your promise That we can be friends like you told me yourself On the day of departure, which made me stronger