Crush (I love it when I catch you looking at me.)

Artist: Emil Nolde | Flirting

"She found the colours to paint him, where the world had left him grey." -Atticus

Ah, the charm, madness, and the boundless hope of the crush.

Crushes pay no attention to flaws and reality. It is the belief that the perfect being exists. I suppose that is why crushes tend to disappear early on in life,  turning our attention to the tragic awareness of love and all of its/our human flaws.

As adult's we realize that the crush we hold firm to is of our own creation. In some ways crushes say more about us then the object of our affection. Our crushes are usually a manifestation of our ideals, giving us insight in to who we are.

I don't know if there is ever really going back to the days of the school girl/boy crushes; while in pursuit, all we paid attention to was that visceral feeling, when cynicism was as foreign to us as our first kiss.

I crave a crush of that magnitude and innocence.

What about you, do you remember your first crush? -tM