She thought he was just another crush and she'd move on eventually, little did she know crushes only last months not for four years.

I thought I had lost myself while finding the one, soon I realized he had found what I had lost.

She didn't kill the photographer inside her, the society did.

Some crushes just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and all consuming.

She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.

I'm not going to make a big deal about a few tummy flutters because...dead people, old people, even furniture would get butterflies if they met this guy.