aspirations to see the world. In turn, my normally articulate self became a nervous, giggly mess as I stammered over my remarks. Although it wasn't a particularly romantic gesture, the stroll home beneath the combined umbrella was ideal. It was authentic.It was the humble start of a friendship, a tribute to the tender, bashful beginnings of my first crush...
that grew over the years and that I treasure. but it could be even more powerful with a slight adjustment: "Even now, the scent of rain and old books conjures memories of him, a time when the most profound magic was discovered in the most mundane things."
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Crushicakes
Fantasywho is your first crush? did he/she did something special for you?
