How you know “shit, it’s a crush”?
- You light up when you talk about him. Yea, if you are talking about anything else, you are like “yada yada”. But when it’s him, woa, your eyes will light up with tiny flames dancing here and there. You will repeatedly talk about him with a fiery passion and can totally pass off as mentally demented.
- You play the lame “he loves me, he loves me not?” game with a silly deck of cards. You get pissed when it shows that there is someone else in his life and angrily attempts to tear up/burn up/eat up/whatever the cursed card. You just want to get it out of your sight. You secretly gloat and swoon when it shows you are perfect for each other. You are irrational and half crazy.
- You have this sudden urge to tell him “I wanna hug you like my tightest jeans hug me”. And when someone kindly offers to help you to pass a message along that line to him, you are like “Who say I like him?” and tell them to fucking mind their own business.
- You head tells you “gosh girl, get a grip, it’s a waste of time.” And your heart sings “I just like wasting my time on him”.
- You will describe him as “he got a smile that could light up this whole town”. But neh, you lied. He doesn’t. But he got a smile that could make you light up this whole town.
- You want to do everything yet nothing for him. You think playing hot and cold is cool. You over-dramatize his erred mannerism and thinks it gives you a good excuse to bloody hate him for the rest of his life. But sometimes, neh it’s every time he makes you jumping mad, he will make it up by going unbelievingly lovable (whether it is true or not, you will naturally forgive him) and go mentally “Why are you so disgustingly sweet?” Indeed, you are hopping mad.
- When you see him, you think that time freezes or something. You get a little breathless, you feel a little sick in the stomach. For a moment, it’s just him and you and him and you. What, who, calefare what-not, sorry they don’t exist in this world that only you and him exists.
- When he is mad, you are secretly glad. You cajole him a little, and yea he is happy. And you get back into testing the limits and pushing it. Yes, he is losing his marbles. And you go “I am sorry. Are you mad?” half-heartedly. He sulks, and grumpily says “No.” Oooh, that sulk is soo cute. I love that sulk. Gotcha make him mad again. Are you thinking that? If yes, you’ve got a crush on him.
- He asked you out and you trumpeted the fact to your close friends and everyone you meet. You don’t even know them? Who cares? You just want to spread the joy. And virtually, you and your friends have just popped champagne and celebrating a pre-victory. High-5, you just officially crushed.
- You cry when he is taken. You cry when you are not even that into him. He was just your object of torture. You are disappointed because where are you going to release your pent-up frustration? You just cry and stay gloomy until the next crush come along. Did you have a crush on him? Yes, you did. You are way over him, but wait, why does it still hurts?