His name is not important–what you need to know is how he made me feel. Because he was different from all the other boys. He didn’t just walk—he floated. When he moved, the world made room for him. His steps were smooth, unhurried, like time paused for him to catch up.
He had the most beautiful voice. Not in a grand, operatic way—but soft, warm, and easy. Like the most soothing music. When he spoke to me, even for a passing “hi,” his words were sunlight. Our brief interactions were slow and golden. Seconds stretched into something cinematic, like a perfect Hallmark movie.
I’d walk home, replaying the moments of a one-minute conversation and wishing those moments were longer. When he’d asked to borrow a pencil, that moment was a turning point. And in the world of ten-year-olds, it was.
Then I grew up.
I stopped doing homework, I put away the little plastic lunchbox, the dolls, the crayons.
He was just a kid. Just another boy in elementary school. I don’t know where he is now or who he’s become. I wouldn’t date a kid anyway.
My husband is taller. He forgets to wash the dishes sometimes and occasionally completely misses the point of what I’m saying. He sings silly rhymes while he fixes the garden fence. He cooks soup in the summer using the outdoor barbecue. It’s jarring and it doesn’t make sense.
He’s not perfect. But he’s a grownup.
But there’s something irreplaceable about our number one crush.
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Why his name not important?
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good way to write
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Extra feeling
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Nice one 💗
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Thank you!
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I don’t know why I read this as celebrity crush until I read your post. My first crush turned out be gay and such a jerk. LOL
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Oh funny! I guess the prompt could be a celebrity crush. My first crush passed away in an accident when I was in high school. In retrospect, I don’t know why he was so special. LOL.
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I still remember my first crush. But I don’t remember why I was drawn to her. 😀
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I don’t know why I liked my first crush either. It was nothing spectacular like the story.
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Guess we didn’t need much of a reason back then. 😀
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Also when we’re young we don’t know as much either! 😀
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True 🙂
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Adorable. Reminds me of Mrs. Sawyer, 7th grade English. “I had a list of things I wanted Mr. Sawyer to be,” she’s say, holding a piece of college ruled paper. “Mr. Sawyer turned out to be none of those things. But he’s Mr. Sawyer, and I love him.” She was a hoot.
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Yes, this story was about how our memories of the past become distorted and more perfect than they were at the time because our reality and expectations never quite intersect.
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May I suggest – it’s different for men (most/some). It’s not about a “crush” but a touch/feel. So, the stories are different. Granted, it’s Freudian.
“Pretty woman” and so on.
I’m happy for you and your husband. 🙂
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Thanks. I write a lot of stories, and this is one of them. This is based on a story about how our memories of childhood become over exaggerated and distorted. As a result, the first crush becomes too perfect to be human.
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cute x100 😀
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Nice one
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