i’ve forgotten how awful-wonderful the crushing feeling is.
and how hard it is to be patient. and how easy it is to second-guess yourself, and the other person.
i’ve forgotten the feeling that i get when i see that name pop up on my phone, and the feeling i get when it doesn’t.
and how hard it is to cope with my brain, filling in unspoken words that may or may not be true.
it makes sense, calling it a “crush.”
it’s consuming. distracting. overwhelming. obsessive. it doesn’t go away easy. it takes all i’ve got to lift myself above it.
but it’s rewarding. because whether things work out or not, i know i am able to feel. and that’s the best thing anyone can give me.