On having crush

One of the best feelings in the world : Having a crush

Today’s post is a little different from what I usually write. I want to talk about crushes, falling in love, and how these feelings somehow unlock a part of me that feels more alive, more creative. Every time I catch feelings for someone even just a little crush my brain lights up. I start dreaming up new projects, I listen to songs I’ve never heard before (and suddenly they feel like they were made for me), and I even find myself asking ChatGPT weird questions like “Do you think he likes me?” (I tell him the situation and he analyzes it for me don’t judge me, lollllll ). Somehow, love or even the idea of it makes me want to write, design, post, start something new.

It’s like a reset button I didn’t know I needed

When I was a teenager, having a crush meant writing dramatic love stories on Wattpad lolll, I’m 23 now and when it’s a real crush, I check his Facebook and LinkedIn and spend hours daydreaming about the next accidental eye contact or a perfectly scripted conversation that I rehearse in my head and it always goes just as planned.

13 Going on 30 movie

There’s something therapeutic about liking someone. It’s silly and sincere at the same time. I haven’t had a proper crush in a while not on someone I genuinely admire until last year. There was someone in the lab. He heard me trembling before my presentations. He listened when I was stressed. He teased me, subtly, mysteriously. He watched from across the room I WAS HAPPPY

I Never Knew What Love Really Was

For the longest time, I thought I did. Maybe because I’d only ever had crushes intense, all-consuming ones I convinced myself they were love. Throughout my teenage years, and even into my early twenties, I held onto the idea that I had met “the one.” He was a high school crush, and I truly believed he was it. But now, looking back, I know that wasn’t love not the real kind. It took me four whole years to let go

As a hopeless romantic, I notice things others don’t. The smallest glances… For me, love or at least what I think it feels like is about the way someone makes you feel so alive and so safe all at once. It’s your heart beating so fast . It’s those butterflies in your stomach , It’s your cheeks turning red before your mind can process why. That’s when you know it’s real your body speaks before your brain catches up.

You think about him all day. You imagine what he’s doing, if he’s thinking about you the way you’re thinking about him. You plan futures in your head, places you’d visit together, conversations you’d have. Sometimes even wedding plans I mean, who hasn’t done that? Just being near him, even in silence, feels healing. Like suddenly, nothing hurts.

I find myself smiling alone at the smallest things the way he talks, his voice so warm it could melt silence, the way he looks at me across a crowded room, and for a moment… everything feels soft and light. And then it passes.

I’ve never been in a relationship .Just had crushes. And honestly? I love it that way.My best friend told me just yesterday that her first love came back into her life, and suddenly, she realized she didn’t feel anything anymore.

My first-ever crush? I see him all the time now in cafés, in the street, near the old corners of the city. It’s strange. Five years ago, I used to pray just to see him one more time by surprise. And now? I walk right past him, and I feel absolutely nothing. I think that’s what growth does. It softens the parts of you that used to burn. It teaches you the difference between desire and destiny.

When I told my bestie about bumping into him again, she smiled and said, “Maybe it’s fate bringing you two back together.” But no. I know now I don’t want that kind of man anymore. That version of me who wanted him doesn’t exist anymore.

We change. We evolve. We begin to understand our boundaries. Who we want to become. What we deserve. And the people we once thought were everything? They become just… NORMAL people.

Little woman movie 1994

My last-year crush looked like Mark Ruffalo in his 30s, I started watching all the Mark Ruffalo movies I could find. And the weirdest thing? His characters always shared the same kind of softness, sincerity, and quiet teasing as him. It felt like the universe was reflecting him back to me in 1080p lolll , when I have a crush, I don’t just think differently… I start being different. My makeup? Soft, barely-there. My skin glowing , I leave my hair in its natural curls I smell like vanilla , praline, or peach , raspberry

From mystic pizza movie

I wear pastels, blouses and soft textures. Having a crush is transformative. You start becoming your most delightful, most expressive version. That’s the part I love the most. Not even him but the girl I become when I like someone. She’s dreamy, feminine, full of ideas. She doesn't care what's going on around her she's too busy blooming.

love rosie movie

I’m the hypersensitive girl. the one who cries while watching the notebook ,the hopeless romantic who still believes in happy endings but lately i feel a little… heartless. not in a cruel or bitter way, just that i can’t love anymore i feel i won’t be able to love like i was before , the last time i felt something remotely close to a crush was at the airport. it was more of an anxiety-induced infatuation. i was nervous about flying, overthinking everything, and this guy happened to be there with just the right face at the right time. it was sweet, brief, and disappeared with takeoff. and maybe that says more about my state of mind than him.

Someone like you 2001

I Watched Little Women (the ‘90s one ) and Someone Like You (2001, underrated gem tbh). i laughed, i cried, i saw pieces of myself in characters i didn’t expect. that “me-coded” feeling you get when a fictional person unknowingly exposes you? yeah. that and it left me wondering…

Watching Little Women (the '90s version) felt like holding up a mirror Jo was me. The anger, the resistance to love, the desire to create something instead of settle I saw myself in her. She turned Laurie down, not because she didn’t care, but because she cared about her dream more, and somehow that felt validating.

And then the professor came, soft and unexpected, and when he told her, "I have nothing to give you," and she answered, "You have everything," Then I watched Someone Like You (2001), and Jane oh Jane this smart, hypersensitive woman who went into research mode after a breakup, trying to figure out the why behind love and loss. She reminded me of myself again.

And Eddie patient, present, listening the whole time when he told her, "Ray isn’t the man you’re ever going to love, I promise you that," SOOO CUTTEEE. That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I used to say men weren’t good and they don’t love but no I’ve seen the way my best friends are loved by their husbands, the gentleness, the loyalty. Maybe love hasn’t vanished, maybe it’s just not my time yet.