I've got a crush.

It seems weird as hell though, this very strange something I feel in my little heart.

I've got a crush. No, I won't reveal who he is in this piece either. I don't know him. I just like the person I think he might be.

I've got a crush. Dear crush, can you at least give me a bit of your time for this one? I've got a lot on my mind to say about you, and probably, after this, this crush will be crushed.

I've got a crush, guys.

I admire this dude from afar. He's a fellow writer, just like me. I think he's got a good personality, but how can I tell when I can't even say “hello” without my little heart jumping hurdles?

I've got a crush, y'all.

Very weird, something to feel, honestly. Here I am, starting to think it's just a crush on the vibes he's giving.

I've got a crush.

He knows how to dress well like madddd. Chai. I have a thing for guys who dress well and look responsible. Mr. Crush, it is well.

I've got a crush.

I don't know how to express this any better, but I've got a crush.

Dear crush, you're a fellow writer like me, so why don't you pay attention to me so we can write our story together?

I'm not gonna get yappy about your sculpted nose, your thick brows, your sparkling brown eyes, or your plump lips.

Nope. Not doing it.

It feels weird 'cause you probably won't even read this. But when you do, it might already be too late because this crush would have been crushed.

I've got a crush on this guy. A fellow TwoCentsneer like me.

Dude, I hope you're a sweet boy with a good personality.

Because, honestly...

I've got a crush.