Have you had a Childhood crush?

 

In the idyllic town nestled near a serene lagoon, where weekends were synonymous with freedom and laughter, my heart found its anchor. He was seven years my senior, a striking figure of unwavering courage as a Navy diver, and the embodiment of grace as he glided across the waters on skis. From the first moment I saw him, he was the boy who captured my heart through all my school years.

Our families’ weekend retreats were held in quaint holiday house owned by his parents, a tradition that became the backdrop to some of my most cherished memories. He was tall, his presence commanding, with a personality that sparkled as brightly as the summer sun reflecting off the water. To him, I was the younger sister, a title that became both a comfort and a source of longing.

Weekends were spent on the water, where he patiently taught me to waterski, his laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. His encouraging words and the warmth of his smile made those lessons more than just a pastime—they were moments I held close to my heart. Every splash, every triumph over the water, became a testament to the bond we shared, even if it was framed as brotherly.

Years passed, but my affection for him remained steadfast. When I came of age and set off for college, the distance did little to diminish the feelings that had blossomed over the years. It was then that I gathered the courage to call him, to ask him to be my date to the college dance. His affirmative response brought a rush of excitement and nerves.

The night of the dance was nothing short of magical. In his embrace, I felt a sense of belonging, of dreams realized. For a night, he wasn't just the big brother; he was the man who made my heart race and my spirit soar. The college dance became a chapter in my story that I would forever treasure, a testament to the blend of youthful dreams and the courage to reach out