Crushes and innocence

I had to stop a friend of mine in the middle on her story to take note of something that tickled my brain. (Used notepad to do it of course)

Crushes. Crush. I found it interesting that dictionaries now have added the informal meaning of it. It states - "temporary infatuation". Oh, excuse me, "A usually temporary infatuation." Now, dictionaries have never been precise for me. Especially when using these informal terms. Nonetheless, you can do your own homework on this.

I think I can be the poster boy for teenage crushes. I mean, I was this frail, thin, geeky, curly haired, pimple-infested, neaty kid. Loosely translated: a loser. I had like crushes flying all over the place. I'm like Don Juan De Marco of hopeless romanticland. You make poems and then hide them. You make small doodles on the back of your notes and fear of someone seeing them. You try to stalk "tha gurl" but not get too close to her cause you know you'll faint. Every song on the radio makes you melt. And then when you get some earthly luck of getting close proximities with her, you get butterflies on your stomach and start speaking in tongues.

You groom yourself. Stop there. Cause it's not actually for her to notice. Cause if she does, you'll die. It's a twisted thing. You hate any guy that gets close to her. Specially the official ones.

You know she smells like fresh autumn breeze eventhough you haven't been close to her on a 50 meter radius. You tend to act differently when she's around, even if she's not looking. What's to look at? And finally, you convince your parents to buy you a bike so you can pedal by her house hoping she's outside but quickly pass when she is and crash on an "atis" tree. (It happened)

It was hard. But the great thing is, you get over it. You two become friends. You go to college. Become a writer. Meet her in the public market. Work professionally and have great friends. Have your own girlfriend. You're still friends with her. You and your girlfriend break up. You mourn. You swear off relationships. Go home. You see her. You get to talk and catch-up on old times...

Now, you're her boyfriend.

See how things work out?



Oh, by the way, they do smell like a fresh autumn breeze...