Day 2 - Your Crush

Dear Crush,

Thank you for letting me "love" you then, at the tenderest age of ten, when everything I thought I knew about that word and life in general were things I had only read and seen in books and movies I had devoured in secret.

Kind of like how I "loved" you then. I devoured you and everything about you -- secretly, feverishly, obsessively -- while you went on with your days as usual, not knowing, not caring, not mine while I yearned and longed and "loved" as much as I knew how to then.

When I turned thirteen, with wants and desires violently churning on my insides, I gave in to courage and timidly laid my chapped, bleeding lips on yours.

The saddest part were your eyes once I opened mine, feeling myself returning to reality; your eyes told me everything I already knew but didn't want to know.

Years later, when I returned to the city, I learned of rumors about you and who and how and what you had become. The girlish fantasies were no longer there, but I still felt a certain kind of fondness for you -- an appreciation for your kindness, for the boy who I remembered you as, and not the man everyone told me you were now.

As I sit here, forced to remember you, writing this letter to you now, I sincerely hope you are doing well today, wherever and with whoever you are. Most of all, I hope you never forget who you were then, a boy deserving of a young girl's love when she was merely ten.

Find something.

"Find something you're passionate about and stay tremendously interested in it."

- Julia Child

Passion fades, but you can always grow and nurture your curiosities and interests.

Always.

After years of making it a personal and professional goal to be a "writer", I finally consider myself one and it just feels like ... like home. A very happy and comfy one.

Actually.

"Actually, the best gift you could have given her was a lifetime of adventures."

- Unknown

That includes love, because love is a wacky, wonderful, weird and worldly experience of its own.