What's up robots, so I just had a really spooky, maybe even

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What's up robots, so I just had a really spooky, maybe even enraging experience but before I'll tell you all about it I'll have to give you all a backstory.
>be me 10 years ago
>6 years old
>parents divorced
>dad was an irresponsible asshole
>being raised by a single mother
>living in a crappy yet comfy apartment
>perfect for just 2 people
>one day mom meets some rich guy with a pretty decent job
>(this guy is my new dad)
>dislike him because of his red-neck-ish personality
>mom finds a better, well paying job
>after a couple of months they get married and we move out to a pretty huge and comfy apartment
>now I'm living with a dad I really dislike but at least I'm living far above Poland's standard of living which is nice
>Feelsbittersweetman
Now, back to the present.
>Soon I'm going to start 3rd grade of middle school
>I have a huge crush on a girl from my class
>perfect 10/10 in my standards, she is: shy, both cute and hot, nice to everyone, and she often wears clothes that make her look even cuter
>we've only texted 2-3 times on Snapchat
>Every day I pray to god for a chance of me becoming her bf because I'm such a socially awkward nerd
>The new snap-map feature for Snapchat comes out
>let's get stalkin.jpg
>check the snap map for the location of her Bitmoji
>not planning on going there and stalking her ofc
>see her house
>she lives in a pretty nice apartment
>decide to look for my grandma's house since it was in the same city
>after 10 minutes finally found it
>then I realized something
>start tracing over the road leading to my grandma's house
>holy shit
>no fucking way
>my crush lives in the same fucking building that I've lived in 10 years ago
>mfw I would have probably had some contact with my crush if my mom hadn't met my dad
Or maybe some jealous faggot messed the timeline up and made my mom meet my dad which resulted in us moving out and me not meeting my crush, or maybe I'm just the embodiment of paranoia. What should I do?