On crushes.
It wasn't so long ago when he made my heart flip, when just hearing him laugh made me smile. And then one day the novelty wore off. The gitters went, and the happiness he brought disappeared along.
I've had my fair share of crushes, and enjoyed every moment of it. It's a gratifying sort of touch that you add to your otherwise monotonous life. It keeps you looking forward each day, counting the moments till the next instant where both your paths meet again. It is even more of an enchanting period of time, to be his secret admirer and appreciate him from afar, or to hear your close friends giggle at your sudden rosiness as he strolls by.
I remember my first crush five years back. It wasn't that cute-looking soccer player, nor was it that suave actor. Rather, it was a girl. She was a tad pale, tomboyish, not one of those beauties who would have turned heads, but I loved her all the same. Her cheerful demeanor, incessant grins and sparkling laughter never failed to boost my spirits everytime I met her down the corridors in school. I wasn't one of those homosexuals, and it did seem wierd for me to indulge so completely in thoughts about her. But she was one of the few who would be smiling all day, telling jokes to her peers and watching them laugh in delight. And I do so love her distinctive nature.
Along the way, I've idolize several others, mostly whom are especially articulate with words or delightfully well-versed in music. I'd love to name them here, but well, most of them are well-kept secrets that are better off left as they are now.
Cheers to them all.