A crush can arise unexpectedly. It can creep at you while you're both walking down Ninth Avenue and you catch a glimpse of his smile; a smile you've never seen before, but that seems extremely familiar.
A crush is innocent . . . fresh . . . immaculate.
A crush can disappoint you without his acknowledgement.
A crush is only thinking about him when you're surrounded in a bar by attractive guys.
A crush can make you act neurotic.
A crush is someone who you dream about at night and the reason you wake up in the morning.
A crush is being able to recall a story from a previous conversation you had, proving you were listening.
A crush is someone who's eyes tell you more than what his lips say.
A crush is over analyzing a text for meaning and subtext.
A crush is something I haven't felt in awhile.
And I'm scared . . . scared to tell him . . .
. . . scared that he won't feel the same way.
Do I risk the chance of losing him as a friend or risk the chance of gaining him as more than a friend?
A crush is hope . . . a hope I thought I'd buried deep down . . .
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