Novel & Cerita Poem To My Crush

“Oh, this is nothing,’’ I whispered to myself before walking off to the opposite direction happily, one unhappy moment can not undo and outweigh all the good time and memories that we had created together, that was just impossible. The bell rung and I rushed off to English class, the teacher asked everyone to write a poem down as she went round and I couldn’t seize the moment better, this was my chance to outshine everyone. Ye god of beauty, Ooh Israelite god lost in earth Ye is full of walking metaphors and perfections A breath oozes love and makes beautiful flowers to blush Like a virgin caught in a midnight dance with bachelors Thou eyes glow like molten lave and hot coals, healing broken

My first crush was when I was eleven, I was crushing on my math teacher. At first, I was normal around him, it was just a student-teacher thing. He was nice to me and before I knew it, I suddenly lost the ability to speak in front of him or look him in the eyes. All I did was splutter, blathered, or stuttered like a fool. My face and neck were always red, my hands would shake like no man's business. In conclusion, I acted like an idiot and never said anything good when I had a crush. Luckily, my crush tend to die fast, it died in two weeks. The same thing went with my second crush at thirteen and he was my age. I made a complete fool out of myself but fortunately, it died in exactly two week

Typical Jamaal, I decided to ask him the one question that has been lingering on my mind. Me: Who do you like, is it me or your crush? Two minutes passed, three minutes also passed. I tapped my fingers on my laptop as I waited for his reply. Mystery man: To be honest with you, I'm in a dilemma concerning this. You are my crush to and I like you both. Me: Ouu.... I like you too, I think I'm attached to you. I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap.

And I let that kiss make me build pipe dreams in a fool's paradise. What an idiot I've become. Tears streaked down my face as I watched them, can't the heavens have mercy and spare me all these? It's becoming too much to handle in just one day. And I know it shouldn't hurt this much because I saw it coming all along, but it does. I hate him, so much and this stupid crush of mine too. "Hey, you shouldn't be watching that." I know that voice, and the chest I get hugged into is one that's fast becoming very familiar to me.

I did next thing I planned, I read out a short poem that kept making her smile. "I have a poem too... but it's majorly like an envision or envisage. How I imagine our relationship to be like, after marrriage. The title is 'Confessions to the man I Love." I smiled, she really do wrote a poem for me. "It's lengthy, just listen attentively." she added clearing her throat. "Confessions to the man I love." "I love the way you stare at me especially when you think I'm not looking." "I love the way you hold me in your arms at night."

His shoulders twitched as he moved, muscles clenching by each movement. Come on Phoebe, you can do it. “uh..Conrad?” my eyes flustered shut impulsively. “I'm Phoebe…uhm fifi, I've had a crush on you for years, I wrote this for you…” My hands trembled as I held out my letter, my eyes still closed. My heart tightened as he took the letter, a small smile forming at the side of my lips. This was it. He would read my letter and understand how deeply in love I was.

The list of diversity is never-ending, We don't care, our love is transcending. Our relationship is off the wall, With this, we can sore above all! Like Beyonce and Jay-Z we will be unbeatable, No need for doctors, our feelings are untreatable! Like I said before about my prince, He's the one, no need to convince. Although I do not want to rush, I can't help but tell everyone he's my crush. You are my Prince Charming, These feelings are alarming!

I hated that sister of his more, because had it not been for her, everything would have been okay and that guy wouldn't have slapped me. Weirdly, the more I regretted everything that happened, the more my crush on him kept on increasing. I didn't even know how that was possible. It had really started to get out of hand. I must stop all these. I couldn't let this crush turn into something else. I must start hating that guy. "Arhhhh!!!" I exclaimed and sighed, frustratingly. "I must hate him, I must make sure that crush fades. I must make sure the memory of him turns to ashes." I chanted.

It was a message from a number she didn't recognize. **Ethan**: So... when's our rain check? Lena's heart skipped a beat. Maybe her crush wasn't as hopeless as she'd thought.

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”