A crushing feeling...

I have a feeling.
I’ve caught a feeling.
And the feeling is crushing.
A disaster.
I think have a crush on you.
And him.
And him.
And definite nostalgic longings for him.

Sometimes someone comes into my life and for an often inexplicable reason, I can’t get them out of my mind. Is it a crush? I read their texts first, I click “like” too often on their posts, I break into a big beaming smile when I see them, or a frown if I really like them and feel the need to compensate.

I saw a video of you. You did this little happy jump at the end. It made me want to hug you.
I saw a video of you, you were dancing to a Nick Cave song. You pulled a face at the camera and were caught forever as the clip ended. I wanted to hug you.
You sent me a picture of gnomes fighting a T-Rex. You said you were the gnome on the right and you were going to save the gnome in his jaws.
You called me sweety as you said good bye.
You call me Sharry and I hate it. But it makes me grin instead because you said it.
You are wise.
You are funny.
You know how to fix a bike.
You have the weirdest views on life.
You have tattoos.
You have a beard.

Now, if only those statements weren’t about four different men. *sigh*
All of whom are firmly in the friend-zone.
I want to laugh at how special you guys are to me right now. And you don't even know it.