I was 7 years old when I had a crush on an older guy, a few years above mine. He was incredibly handsome with his dark-rimmed glasses. A perfect gentleman. A beauty spot sat on his impeccably smooth brown skin. He was not from Ghana- He was American. He loved sports.
I never talked to him. Ofcourse, why would he want to talk to a flipping 7-year old...
One day, a boy from my class pushed me into the sandpit. My guy (I don't know his name) confronted the bully. Covered in sand, I was busy swooning at this beautiful specimen.
When I moved to a higher year, I never saw him again :(
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Diary of Mad Wild Boy Crushes
HumorDear Cia, I need to document this very pivotal aspect of my life- my mad wild boy crushes.
