There I was, minding my own business, when they came along. A crush.
Totally uncalled for, totally unfair, and totally unexpected.
Crushes usually happen like that: unexpectedly.
You're just living your life (maybe trying to get over someone else, maybe having a bad day, maybe happily getting on like always) when some person comes out of nowhere. And something in your brain clicks.
And that's it. That's the person your brain is going to feel the need to fixate on until you get them, you lose them, or you ignore them until they go away.
What's so unfair is that nine times out of ten you aren't even looking for someone to crush on. It just happens.
You have no control whatsoever.
And to be honest, crushes are terrifying.
I mean, think about it: this one single person has the ability to make your pulse race, flush your cheeks, give you butterflies, consume the majority of your thoughts...
They may barely know you, and already they have this hold on you.
So now what am I supposed to do?
There're a few options:
1. I could let my already too anxious mind ruminate on my crush.
But obsessive thinking isn't good for anybody.
2. I could do what most people are too scared to do: "make a move" (whatever that means).
Really, as we hear oh so often, the worst that could happen is them saying no.
But the thought of being denied by your crush after building up the courage to put yourself out there is just as scary as coming to terms with your feelings for them in the first place.
3. I could do absolutely nothing at all.
I could wait it out and most likely regret not taking any initiative and letting them slip by.
And there's nothing like that "what if" feeling to keep you down and constantly make you wonder.
The official definition of a crush is "a passing infatuation" (Dictionary.com).
The real definition of a crush? Someone seemingly unimportant who suddenly becomes a source for some of those little happinesses, deepest fears, most intense longings, and biggest anxieties.
And trust me, there's nothing "passing" about it.