Mr. Inventor of The Term Crush, who are you and who were you crushing on?
Whoever you are, you were onto something.
I realise now you are probably dead but if I had met you I would have probably seen you a couple of times, our bodies would have brushed and we would have both realised it because our bodies got all warm at that point, later I'd develop a crush on you, then we would have an interlude of what was called love out of convenience.
A crush has the ability to make your heart beat slow and fast at the same time (as completely lame as that sounds and truthfully it is). It kind of feels fucking good after a long time of not caring for anyone. Your smile is stupid and it pains you at your cheeks and as I've said before, it's the greatest kind of pain. All those early conversations could very well be the best, every one of those words conversed feels like it weighs something. The chats are funny, wit is used to your advantage, slightly obscure sexual innuendo can be undertaken. The conversation involved with getting to know someone is half the fucking fun. The more you know, the better and the worse. You know that weird thing you do? Yeah, well she does it too. Ain't that sweet, you're pretty much made for each other. Those cute little things she does and says when it's just the two of you make you feel like you're the only one that knows about it, makes you feel like she's in some small miniscule way letting you in.
Anyway, crush is a good word. You crush on someone, they crush on you. Crushes should come with rear view mirrors: Relationships may appear closer than they really are. You crash onto them, they crash onto you. They have the ability to say something, and suddenly they've crushed you. What a convenient word.
Anyway, I love the word crush and the adolescent perception of them.
Word.
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