Happy Sunday everybodaay.
Here’s the letter for the day:
letter to a crush. I encourage you all to do this at one point. It took me
almost forever to pinpoint someone that I was infatuated with.
The reason why I am writing this letter is to demonstrate my belief that it is perfectly acceptable to have feelings for another. It is impossible to control attraction towards certain people often, so I want to show that having these feelings is perfectly human, but it is how we act that determines our character.
I guess at this age, I am not seeking anything, nor am I hopeful for a partner or whatnot. In fact, I am more leaning towards the other side of the spectrum where I DON'T view others in a romantic light. But this is perhaps the most relevant to the theme today. So here goes nothing :P
Dear Old Infatuation,
The reason why I am writing this letter is to demonstrate my belief that it is perfectly acceptable to have feelings for another. It is impossible to control attraction towards certain people often, so I want to show that having these feelings is perfectly human, but it is how we act that determines our character.
I guess at this age, I am not seeking anything, nor am I hopeful for a partner or whatnot. In fact, I am more leaning towards the other side of the spectrum where I DON'T view others in a romantic light. But this is perhaps the most relevant to the theme today. So here goes nothing :P
Dear Old Infatuation,
This is perhaps one of the most dynamic parts of my life,
and as I currently do not have one, I will have to say you were probably the
one I most admired. I don’t think I am the only one when I say that having a
crush during high school is almost second nature. It is innate, and you sorta
want to grow up to tell your little girl, or your grandchildren, or whomever
that (insert name here) was your source of oxygen during high school. Ok SLIGHT OVER EXAGGERATION
My first interaction with you made me hate your guts. You
were rowdy, obnoxious, rude and competitive. But my friends loved you.
Everybody loved you. In their eyes, you were charming, a great lad, smart and
funny, pretty much the whole package. The following few days at school did not
help me warm up to you at all. Early in the morning, you’d walk through the
locker bay like you owned the place. You knew that you could interrupt
conversations and still maintain your reputation.
I had grown adjusted to the negatives of your personality, I failed to
acknowledge that we were more alike than not. I saw you meditating,
and admired the fact that you could put all your friends and the adoring school
community behind, and prioritize seeking peace. I respected you about 10% more than
before.
A few weeks passed and the school’s attention on you was
diminishing. You stopped your antics and flirting. One day, you approached me
about borrowing my calculator. The way you asked made me rethink my attitude
towards you. So I lent it to you. I made a joke about it being my magic wand. I
didn’t expect you to connect it as a Harry Potter reference. When you returned
it, I stored it away, but the next time I pulled it out, I saw a message typed
into the notes of the calculator (CAS). “Thank you for letting me borrow your
Dragon Heartstring wand.”
I thought it was cute. We maintained a hi/ bye relationship,
and on some occasions you would sit at my table in class. The next year, we shared a class together. And from talking to you, I
realised that though you were stubborn, very opinionated, so was I!
And then and there was when that small feeling developed. We both moved to different schools.
Now, when I see you, I smile. It’s phatic talk between us. I
guess we realized it would be better to lower the level of interaction between us.
Thank you for allowing me to realise that sometimes,
following your emotions blindly is not the smartest thing to do. You understood
everything I was trying to represent, and supported it. You did not ask
questions, because you knew it all. It was great. A warm fuzzy blanket that
will probably remain in my gut throughout my all of my adolescence. Thanks mate.
Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg shalala i cant breathe, i cant breathe
ReplyDeleteThe calculator incident tore my heart out I just omg shalala you little sassy girl, who is the beast?! Wow, just wow, i dont even know what to say, god, WOW,
Okay lets just put aside my shock/adoration, imma just say right now that this is the cutest little crush i have ever had the pleasure to read/take in (question mark)
Wow gf thanks for telling me about, although i know we werent close, i was probably in my own little world thinking and doing god knows what, and then there was this lady experiencing an adorable I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT
*Sigh*
Woa Zahraa