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The girl leans into her as the guy Jonny stares down at Loyalty from the stage, and starts to sing out the lyrics to David Archuleta’s song ‘Crush’. My internal rage grows as he reaches this one verse, “why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you. You’ve got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know”! Yeah, I have to know too, buddy, because if she is returning those feelings I’m going to have to murder your ass! “Do you ever think, when you’re all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch your breath when I look at you, are you holding back like the way you do”? Yea

Dear Pete, I've always had a crush on you, since you saw me crying over my spilled milk on my first day at kindergarten, and then offered me yours. I could never forget how you always stood up for me whenever you see me getting bullied. You're like my savior. Always tried to see if I was getting bullied. And this made my feelings even deeper for you. I've always admired you from afar. But now, I've chosen to make my feelings known, because I feel you deserve to know... I love you Pete. - Beth

" I paused for a moment. I had admitted to Alex several times that I did love him but it felt different having to admit it to someone else. But regardless, it was always going to be the same answer. "I think so.... I love, Alex. And before you say that it's too soon to fall in love..." "I wasn't" "I just need you to know that this person makes me feel like I am on top of the world. He makes me laugh and whistle in the shower and daydream. It feels like I just had my first crush ever" "Love. Eww, so gross" I slapped his arm with a small pamphlet on the table. "Oh, hush. You need to be more open to love you know. Might find yourself a lucky guy that worships the ground that you walk on"

I had a crush on Colton Hastings, a huge, massive, undeniable, implausible, painful, unconditional, and irrevocable crush. I am so fucking screwed. Yet despite the unfortunate realization, I found myself whispering to him. "I still hate you." ~~~ Don't you hate it when you have a crush?

I took off the jacket, folded it neatly, and kept it carefully to return it the other day. I then lied on my back and stared at the ceiling. The other night my mind was occupied with my crush Bookworm. I wanted him badly and even wept for him. But now the feelings were different. “If you love anything, set it free, if it comes back it is yours, if not it was never yours…” someone had said it right and I thought of setting my love free. I was determined that whatever happens to my crush, whether our relationship moves forwards or not, I will keep myself strong. After all, there were plenty who loved me.

And with a quivering hand, I began to write to the man who had destroyed me. My letter began, "Dear Ermanno, You were my first love, long before you knew it, and I loved you with all my heart. But I don't think I can love you anymore. I cannot bear to see you love another woman while I am still alive..." And so, with a trembling hand, I poured my heart onto the page, laying bare my soul. When the letter was complete, I wrapped it up and sent it off, destined for Ermanno's mailbox. And with that, I sealed my fate.

"Wait, you need to tell me more about that crush you have on my cousin." "It's not a crush, I'm falling in love." ...

“I like you… and I think I might go crazy because of that.” “Chl—” “I have had a crush on you since I met you, and it has done nothing but grow more in the last few years.” “I know… you do not not share the same feelings for me and I am not telling you this to burden you, so, I don’t want your response.” “I know I am just like a sister to you and I hate you so much for thinking of me as your sister. Maybe it would have been better if we met under different circumstances… or maybe not.”

With Love, Your lazy, Author The Cloud.

For you, my sweet, I'll always pine, And hold you close, forever near. With love, Roberto What is the name of— what sort of foolery is this? I finished reading the letter and tore it into shreds right in front of him, flinging the paper bits on the floor. "Did you copy this from a greeting card?" I hissed, rising from the seat. "A poorly written greeting card, that is, it sucks. I cannot and will never love you, I don't want to be with you. Why can't you and every other person just accept that?"