I have a mean crush on someone. In my mind's eye, he is this golden figure, all honey-colored and warm. Dang, I hate this. Dang, I love this.
Once again, Rexburg, Idaho, United States, North America, Earth, has something to teach me. Once again I live in the refiner's fire. I learn and grow so much up here.
I shot a giant gun last weekend. It was a thirty-aut-six. I guess that is a big deal. This weekend, I made food, rode my bike, and.... GOT ASKED ON A DATE!!! My FHE brother, whom I had an enormous crush on at the beginning of the semester, asked me out Friday night. We went to a Mystery Dinner: Britian 1945. I wore this lovely, lovely honeydew-green dress, with a cream angora sweater over-top. Plus, I was sporting my favorite heels: the creams from Brandon and Sarah's wedding. Jamison, my date, looked mighty fine too. He picked me up, and said, "You look beautiful." Later, he said, "You look really great. You look amazing." Then, at the end, when he came to my apartment (because he asked to) he said "You looked perfect."
I want to write more about my crush, but I feel a bit iffy about it.
I wrote Kacey this week. I am excited for October.
Another week. I'm going to tell him: the boy. I'm going to tell him that I am hurting, and that I love being his friend, but I don't know what to do with this emotion that is choking me.
Tori
He picked you up and said what??? Why can't I see what he said? :)
ReplyDeletei want to see a picture of this beautiful outfit :)
ReplyDeleteI wonder why they call them crushes as though the pressure and weight and emotion is nothing more than a toe stub. A crush can be crushing. And fun. And annoying, especially when it gets in the way of seeing anything else in the world. Or anyone else.
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