It started out as most of them do. A casual glance, a smile and then she was gone for a few days. I spent those first few days in a kind of fogged world thinking about her smile, her hair and the way the crush pops in and out of your mind when you least expect it to. One day she was back and the glance, the smile and now a brief conversation. She was more than I had imagined in my dreams of the past few days. Her smile, her hair, the way she teased me with her eyes and a summer body with a wonderful tan that I couldn’t get enough of.

A crush is like a fire, it starts out small and like a fire can die out if you don’t add fuel to it. The fuel was all there for this crush. It was summer by the lake, we were young and full of adventure without a care in the world and all I wanted to do was be with her and kiss her lips. The crush is also fueled by a sense of adventure, and passion and the passion was running deep. You always remember the kiss, the first time you touch her and the feelings that run through you body.

You also hope that you can slow time down so things don’t end and this summer was no exception. One day I asked her if she would like to go for a ride to a place I knew. It was a sunny warm day when we started off for our little adventure. The river had a waterfalls that you could swim under and a nice place to swim. It also had some wonderful woods and a few big fields where we spent the afternoon under the sun enjoying and exploring our passion and youth.

A crush, you bet and the best kind because 34 year later I still get excited just thinking about her.