Poem To My Crush Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

After a few seconds, I noticed that the screen of her phone was still brightly lit, so I walked forward to turn it off. Just as I did, a few words caught my eye. How to seduce your crush?

So I decided to focus on writing the poem which I imagined so I won't forget when he ask me ! What you have done to me It's not me I'm sure it's not me You're not a perfect match for me you're bad and cruel But who knows you're the most pain baring person Your pain is vulnerable Your pain is invisible You're not the person whom you're portraying to the world You're a kid craving true love to mend your heart I will be your guardian angel in your life of hell I will be light to your dark soul I will mend your heart with a ray of hope called love

It read: "Camilla, in crimson I send my fire, A heart once cold now beats with desire. Though walls rise high and days are long, My passion waits, steadfast and strong." Is he for real? I couldn't stop the blush on my cheeks as I re read the poem. When did Maverick get so poetic. I took the poem and closed the pack before reading the sticky note at its back. “I follow the sky, yet wait where petals curl and fold.” Sky? Sunflower maybe?

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?”