crush number 1
Day 16/30
My first crush happened in kindergarten, so I was probably four or five years old. Let’s call him Prince charming (PC for short, because like every Disney prince, he was functionally nameless—or, more accurately, I was too socially incompetent to ask).
The first time I saw him was at a family gathering. (Yes, he was a distant cousin. Don’t. I was four. My understanding of genetics was limited to "if I eat this crayon, it might turn my tongue green.").
While my other cousins were busy terrorizing me (standard behavior), he was off in his own little world, playing quietly with a toy car. And just like that, my tiny heart swooned.
Why? Not because he was sweet. Not because he shared his snacks. No. I liked him because he left me alone. My standards were so low, they were practically underground.
The Puppy Plushie Incident
One day, my dad took me to his cousin’s house. While the adults did whatever adults do (taxes? complaining?), the hostess gave me a tour. I spotted a puppy plushie that looked exactly like the one I had at home. When I mentioned it, she insisted I take it.
"Think of him as your plushie’s long-lost brother," she said. "It’d make me happy to see it loved again."
How could I say no? I was thrilled—until, on my way downstairs, a boy appeared out of nowhere, snatched the plushie, and yelled, "That’s mine, you thief!"
Yep. It was PC.
I was furious. Before I could even defend myself, his mom started scolding him, demanding he give it back. But he clutched it tighter and snapped, "Go away, thief!"
With the dramatic flair of a telenovela star, I sighed and said,"And here I thought I was gonna marry you,"
His face? Priceless. Pure "What the heck did she just say?!" shock.
"YOU’RE CRAZY!" he yelled.
"YEAH, CRAZY FOR THINKING A BOY COULD BE NICE TO A GIRL!" I shot back, snatching the plushie and storming off like I’d just won the finale of Kindergarten Bachelor.
Looking back, I don’t blame him for being confused. I was a lot—a tiny, dramatic gremlin with zero filter.
...Okay, fine. I’m still like that (just taller). Some things never change.
And that’s the story of my first crush! Short, chaotic, and a little ridiculous—just like childhood should be.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Bye!