I remember having the hugest crush on a teenage boy when I was a young girl around the age of seven. I adored this guy. If anyone inquired about the identity of my boyfriend, I did not have any shame about it. I would point him out of any crowd because I believed he belonged to me.
To me, he was perfect. He was tall and handsome. He could sing. He played basketball. He had the most charming smile that I had ever encountered.
As the years passed, my infatuation continued. Even after he moved away, I was convinced that if he ever came back I would be old enough to date him.
As expected, the years passed. I tucked him away in the back of my mind. Hence, I started dating and life happened.
Finally, he moved back home. He was still older, but I wasn’t a youngster anymore. I was old enough to do what I set out to accomplish as a child. I knew in my heart what I wanted to do.
The minute I saw him, that familiar feeling returned. Alas, I didn’t get the memo that I lacked the courage I once had as a child. My childhood innocence was long gone.
Have you ever heard of fight-or-flight response? Instead of fighting for Prince Charming, I made haste to the nearest exit. The child in me never got her happily ever after. The adult in me knew that it just wasn’t meant to be.
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