Sometimes, I miss the feeling of having a crush. I do.

I miss the feeling lit up by simply watching someone walk through the door, or better yet, having them hold it and feeling them watch me walk through.

I miss the wondering. Will they? Won't they? What does it mean? The wondering always ruined me.

I miss how such tiny little gestures and conversations could give me such a high.

I miss picturing what I would like next to them...what he would wear to go see the Nutcracker with me and whether or not I could wear heels and still not be taller than him.

I miss discovering new things about them. Like finding out that he used to play french horn in high school, or that they despise artichokes with a passion. Which would be good because then I could eat them.

Sometimes, I miss the feeling of having a crush. Maybe I'll cross by one again soon.

(Cara)