Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Day 155: Crush.

The persistent flutter of infatuation.
The lingering, lustful daydreaming.
The imagined conversations.
The cooked up scenarios.
The fill-in-the-blanks…

Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you: The Crush.
You know what I’m talking about.
We’ve all had one.
You might have a crush on someone right this second.
You know, that particular person who makes you feel tingly all over.
That when you speak to them your words get all garbled.
And you wind up spitting out complete airhead nonsense.
You can’t get your ‘flirt’ on.
You can’t play it cool.

How can you, when you’re hot pink from blushing?
Pink skin is a neon sign that says, “I’m really attracted to you”.
Definitely not playing it cool.
You laugh nervously.
You blush deeper.
You avoid eye contact.
You are a shy beating heart.
Beating, beating, beating.
And then POOF!
They’re gone.
You can’t recollect a single word.
But you still feel the buzzing chemistry.

The sparkling sparks.
It’s heaven.
It’s limbo.

It’s silly.
It’s complicated.
It’s fantasy.
It’s exciting.

And you daydream the next encounter with profound anticipation.

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