Novel & Cerita Short Poems About A Crush

She was thinking of how she could explain things to her very naive friend. "You just said it twice, it doesn't really make any difference does it?" Mia tilted her head towards her right and Lakshmi helped her keep her head straight up. " Yes Mia, it makes a lot of difference. It means he probably has a crush on you" Lakshmi smiled. "What does crush mean?" Mia was even more confused than she was initially. "It means he is very attracted to you more than any other girl" Lakshmi was still trying to find the right words.

‘Hey Jacob here save this number’ By the time I finally send the message, my heart is thumping like a drum. She doesn’t answer me. Of course, she doesn’t answer me. She isn’t desperate like me. Although I sent the text barely two minutes ago. I have a stupid crush on her, after all. First crush of my life, for christ’s sake.

" That guy... Is my crush." . . . Alex's P. O. V Driving down the street, I couldn't help but think about my encounter with her back there. It had taken all the strength I could muster to not go around that counter and kiss her senseless. I had missed her so much i was literally counting the days left for me to return home. ' she's so beautiful' i thought while maneuvering a turn. No longer the naive shy girl she used to be but a full blown woman. And those curves... Damn, they could make me go down on my knees.

My throat was so tight I could barely breathe. “I had the biggest crush on you freshman year,” I admitted, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “Before everything went wrong. I used to write your name in the margins of my notebooks. I’d daydream about you asking me to prom, kissing me behind the bleachers, all the stupid cliché things teenage girls dream about.” Grayson’s eyes widened. “I knew.” “What?” “I knew you had a crush on me,” he said. “I saw it in your eyes every time you looked at me. The way you’d blush when I walked past. The way you’d smile at me in the hallway.”

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

Chapter Two: Unrequited Crush ANABETH COLLINS Every girl's innocent and not so innocent dream. Every guy's threat. Everyone adores him. The man is the perfect example of a perfect man. Handsome, smart, kind. He has all the good qualities and attitudes that I don't. I shrank back at the thought. I always see hima and I can only admire him from afar. Because as clichè as it sounds, a loser like me can only do that much. I'm not even sure if I have the right to even attempt to have a crush on him.

The scent of roses, dash hard against my nostrils, his man musk, filling my senses up, that I somehow forget I'm being taken through a journey of shame for a minute. My head only gets to snap out, when I hear his heavy metal door wing open, with the icy wind greeting my skin over again. “Ooh God, what will my crush think about me?” I wail, bending my face in shame, as he lets me down over the cold tile. I fought but lost, I twisted but his grip had me stiff like iron. What will the girl who has eyes on me think? “You have a crush ?“ I hear him speak, shooting my eyes at him, while he stands looking directly at me.

And she isn't your crush, I thought in my head. “She isn't his crush.” I heard Aiden behind me. “I don't think you know what crush means.” I said to them. “Oh, I know. When you like someone but you haven't told the person yet.” He paused for a while and looked at Caleb, who nodded for him to continue. “For example, Uncle Matthew has a crush on you, Mama.” “What!” I exclaimed, I wasn't done reeling from Aiden's words when Caleb spoke. “So, Mama, do you have a crush on Uncle Matthew or Daddy?”

The night unfolded in a tender dance of exploration, our hands tracing the contours of each other’s bodies with reverence. Jacob’s lips met mine in a slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was both gentle and possessive as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if I were the missing piece of his soul. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room as our intimacy deepened, each moment a testament to the undeniable bond that had bound us. Words became obsolete as sour bodies communicated the depth of our longing, an unspoken promise of a future together. It was true that had a crush on him and suddenly I was living everyone’s dream

To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.