13 years ago, I didn't know that his kind was the Dime-a-Dozen sort. I thought he was cooler than words. I was smitten out of my mind with his frosted tips and square glasses and sideburns and thumb ring. He was the man who broke every mold, and nobody could convince me otherwise. 13 years ago, he was the ultimate crush.
I've had 13 years' worth of meeting people with sideburns. And square glasses (hello? only the most popular type of eye-ware). Thumb rings just don't do much for me anymore. And Bug cars break down, I've heard. Not that he's not cool anymore - he totally is - but not...as cool. If we met in a bar tonight, he'd be the one asking me out. Is all I'm saying.
So to whoever is crushing huge on someone, I am proof that it can go away in time. And it's a happy feeling.
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