147.My First Crush

I remember my first crush quite clearly. Her name was Danica Zimmerman and we both at the time were in the third or fourth grade, but more likely the third. Now you may think that because of childhood innocence and lack of a glass ceiling, I would've told her about my crush. But in that respect you would have been wrong. One time I tried following her to muster up the courage to say something, say anything. When she turned and saw me she said three words that I still clearly remember as if it happened yesterday. She said, “Eww. Get away.” Even though she said that to me I still had a huge crush on her, imagining our marriage and kids and the whole nine yards. At fifth grade graduation I was thinking about saying something to her because if she still had the same reaction, I wouldn't need to see her again; we were going to different schools. But then I asked myself if I really believed any of what I imagined anymore. The answer was no, but sometimes I still wonder what would've been different if the answer to that question was yes. Now all of you know the story of my first crush who, before now only five people and myself knew about and definitely not in this much detail. Can any of you still remember your first crush? I'd love to hear about them if you'd be willing to tell.

As always,
ZenMercury,