Short Poems About A Crush Novels & Stories

But the question is, isn’t it? "Is he handsome?" he asked again, obviously teasing. "Stop it, Auntie. Maybe mama can hear you." "That's okay Amara. It's normal for a teenager like you to have a crush." he even winked at me. I didn't just resent Tiya's teasing and chose to entertain the customers who had just arrived. But while doing that I can’t help but think of the word “crush”. Why, if you think of a man does that mean you crush him? Nonsense. Raxon is not my crush and he will never be. He's too much for a lady like me. He was so dangerous and I felt like I was just a lost child when I was next to him.

My heart was beating so fast, like I had just run a marathon. Throughout that day, I was unable to get his eyes out of my head. I wondered if I had a crush on him or something. But I barely knew anything, so that couldn’t be possible, right? Well, whatever it was, I knew I was going to have to apologize for bumping into him. He looked really upset about that.

But this time she took her time all she wanted was to look exceptionally beautiful She started humming a song she overheard on tv sometime ago by an unknown artist “Love me Love me Love me (x2) Even without knowing the full lyrics Cassy usually hum that part anytime she thinks about Fred not giving her any attention Cassy is aware that it’s weird loving someone you haven’t seen his face but she just wave the thought of love aside “it’s just a crush nothing more”she said in a bid to console her self

I like how he stopped the basketball from hitting me as it flew toward me. "I also like how polite and sincere he is when he rejects another person's confession. "I'm the one who gets jealous whenever I steal a glance at him and see the marks on his neck, but I'm also the one who willingly braves a storm to sneakily place some medicine in his locker when he gets hurt during a basketball match. I'm also the one who scribbles his name all over my notebooks. "Perhaps he'll never remember my name in this lifetime, but it doesn't matter. After all, having a crush on someone has always been a chaotic and solitary struggle."

he whispers stretching his hand at me and I grab it as he pulled me gently to sit. No one can ever hate him. For his sake, I became a poet. "What are you doing here?" I asked trying to assume that he was an illusion. He was real, Cole is actually here. An invisible wind blew his hair as he radiates like the sun. My eyes were on him and every word he said faded. I can see myself in a fairytale with him. He is looking for me with a glass slipper and begging the king. "Please, find my Cinderella"

“I am really glad you said yes. This is turning out to be a much better day than I expected.” “Me too,” she replied, her voice softer. Her hand lingered near mine on the cushion. “Tell me more about your writing. Do you ever write about crushes? That unspoken tension stuff we talk about in class?” I swallowed. “Sometimes. The kind where you sit next to someone and every small touch feels electric. Like right now, actually.” Sera did not pull away. Instead, her fingers brushed mine again, deliberate this time. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing.”

What an intriguing way to start a story. It seems he was unease too, telling all those words about his crush on me. He was just like most of my admirers but caphir, my destined mate won me over. He told me about childhood and I don't recall anything except his courage of confessing his crush for me. That line kept repeating over and over in my head. Somehow, my world was occupied by him. Still yet, I will blame it on the mead. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked referring to his love confession while almost doze off but his next words jolt my eyes open.

As soon as I walked into the building, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stumble a bit. I looked up and met a pair of domineering eyes. “Felix…” I was momentarily lost for words. “What are you doing here?” Felix Smith was my crush and also my roommate in the boys’ dormitory. Yesterday, I had messaged him, asking if he wanted to come and take graduation photos together, but he had not replied. Felix came from a prominent family and was exceptionally accomplished himself. When we were still naive freshmen, he had already started his own business.

The kind of kiss that makes you imagine things. My heart flutters stupidly. And I know my hair is fucked. When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests briefly against mine. “You look exhausted.” “I feel exhausted.” “Then I’ll leave before you fall asleep standing up.” I groan dramatically. “Please don’t leave.” His grin returns. “Tempting.” My stomach immediately does that annoying little flip again. God. I am far too old for crushes. Theo stands and offers me his hand. I take it.

Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she thought it might bruise. This was it. The feeling people wrote songs about. It wasn't new to her. She had carried this crush since the first day of high school, from the exact moment he had sprinted toward her across the grass in his white soccer jersey. From that day on, the soccer field became her daily pilgrimage.