Crush



Another girl series post!

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The girl was cleaning out her papers when a diary fell out.  It landed at her feet.

Dear Diary,

There’s a really cute boy in my class. He’s quite good looking but you must think I’m quite shallow. But I am.

I like the way that he smiles. He has such a nice smile. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, this inconsequential thing. You can’t see him. You don’t know him. You can’t feel the way I do because you’re an inanimate thing. But it’s okay.

I like him. Okay. No. I have a crush on him. I’m happy, like the way I’d feel if I was floating on a million bubbles.

This feeling is really hard to put into words. It’s even harder because I’m so shy. I don’t talk to you much, Diary, I’ve noticed. You hear all of my complaints and problems. How are you dealing with it?
But really, I like him. Okay, no, more of a crush than anything.

I feel silly. I feel happy. It’s hard to say exactly how silly I feel or how happy I feel. I’m writing all of this with a stupid smile on my face that I can’t seem to wipe off.

Homework calls, so see you later.

The girl smiled. She did not remember who she liked when she wrote this. Who was this mysterious boy? The girl did not remember.

It was cute how the girl was. It was before reality invaded into her life, when everything was still sparkling and the future was such a distant thought.  She was so carefree then.

Though that thought was sobering, the girl still had a silly smile on her face as she remembered. She remembered the blushes, the waves of heat that would rise to her face. She remembered the rushed words, the unintelligible phrases that she said because she was rather nervous. She remembered a lot.
The girl remembered her nervousness, the happiness and the silliness. She remembered the uber-happy moments when she squealed like a silly girl. She remembered the laughter. She remembered the moments when she was so happy that she wanted to roll around on her bed. She remembered.

Those were interesting days. The girl picked up the diary again and found a pen.

Dear Diary,

I haven’t written to you in a very, very long time. It’s weird isn’t it? I’m almost grown. Almost. You’ve seen me from when my age was in the single digits to now. It’s weird how fast time flies.

I miss those days, in a way. The days where I’d spend writing to you. Life goes on and I rarely find time to write in a journal.

I used to be so silly and I suppose I still am. So much has happened since the last time I wrote to you. I grew up, just a little bit more, and I’ve moved on from that boy. Now, looking back, I have no idea who I liked then.

I’m busy sorting out my life and maybe, just maybe, we’ll see each other soon.

The girl ended it there. It was not a final goodbye. A possible goodbye, towards the future of opportunities. 


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