A crush, though defined as just a fickle liking of someone, is
much more. It can be a full throttle passion for someone, an all around
obsession. The definition of a crush cannot nearly be defined as a fantasy of
dating a certain someone, but also can be defined in the finest detail. Details
such as the fact that just a smile can light up your whole entire night or that
because he loves the color red, you tend to wear red over any other color.
They say all the drama in your life starts in High-School.
Everything would be your first time. But not for me. I was already aware of the
matters of the heart even before I entered the High-School world. I was on
fifth grade and was crying back then because my so-called friends betrayed me.
It started out as a small crush, on the boy who wiped my tears away when I was
down. Nobody noticed, except him. I admired him since then, and was contented
by keeping it to myself. At first it wasn't that serious, and in time, it faded
away. He wasn't exactly cute, he's not a very good person too. This is
INFATUATION.
Infatuation is not looking at his face and nearly passing out,
but just looking at something like the back of his head and feeling just the
same. Admiration brings you through many mesmerizing fantasies, but not only
that, through many real adventures. When you have a crush on someone, you make
those fantasies as realistic as they can possibly get. If you are dreaming of
holding his hand, a crush will bring you on the perilous quest to just touch
that hand of his, for whatever reason may be tattooed into your head at the
moment.
Too much admiration is something that can also make you miserable.
But that must be why they call it a crush, because you go through all of this
dreaming, hoping, wishing, praying, go through everything to be turned down in
the end. "He never even noticed me; it was like I was never there! I've
followed him around at lunch, my fantasy at the moment having been walking side
by side with him through the cafeteria, while everyone watched us, and knew we
were together. Obviously everyone watched, but that was because they were
trying to figure out what a loser like me was doing following Mr. Popularity.
That's when I realized four things: First, Promises become lies
when they're broken. The lie becomes the truth behind the promise. Second,
Puppy/First Love never lasts, and it CAN'T wait. Only true love can, When you like
somebody, you don't expect for anything in return. You're contented as you are,
until you will forget it. And lastly, when you love, no matter how slim the
chances are, you will wait for that someone to love you back. For the first
time, or the second time. In vain, or in great hope. And you will never forget
it. You will wait.
