I’m an adult, and I would have thought the high school crushes would have been over by now.
This is even worse than those sleepless nights thinking about that boy.
This time it isn’t just about me whose feelings and lives I need to think about.
I am a mother, and a wife.
But I can’t help it.
I wish I didn’t have these feelings.
I wish I could keep it inside, but I can’t. Because the crush is already a size of a house.
Well. It is a house.
I’ll have the first date with my crush tomorrow, and I am almost hoping that I will learn things that I will not like.
Just so, you know, I could move on with my life, and stop dreaming of having a prom date and happily ever after with this gorgeous Victorian with a wrap-around porch.