My first crush happened when I was twelve. I fell in love with a guy (who I will call Bruce for all intensive purposes). I admired him from afar, and I was always afraid to approach him. I remember one time in fourth grade he had poked me and made me giggle, but I hadn’t done anything because he had a girlfriend. It was so frustrating. Especially in sixth grade when my crush for him rose to levels I didn’t think bearable. I used to think he was the most beautiful person alive and I’d never be able to get over him. Well, to this very day he still crosses my mind, sometimes, so I guess I was partially right.