I know this'll seem all sad-themed at first, but keep reading.
I had a disastrous series of crushes between the ages of 13 and 15. The first one I was totally stocked up on mental ideas (some of you may remember
that one here on these very forums.) Then there was another one with a girl I'd always sort of known... that ended up with her friends plotting against me and us both being left rather coldly and painfully to deal with one another - we're okay now of course.
Third one was less bad... she just turned out to be a lesbian and I thought - fair enough.
Fourth one never really got anywhere - her and I are good friends now.
Fifth one - that was a memorable one... a girl on the net sent me a photo... I liked what I saw... I met her (with your blessing... and by now most of you know the rest of the story, but for those who don't
and eventually the crush became love - 9 months down the line and here we are, still together! *sighs*
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