She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.

Whatever you do, crush the infamy

Some crushes just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and all consuming.

She thought he was just another crush and she'd move on eventually, little did she know crushes only last months not for four years.

I'm not going to make a big deal about a few tummy flutters because...dead people, old people, even furniture would get butterflies if they met this guy.

I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist.

It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.