"Most of had crushes when we were young. I can't argue with that." Crushes. That silly word reminds me of the humiliation that I experienced over a decade ago. Face it, it is just admiration- your crushes can never like you back. As if I expected my admiration being returned by a random stranger. Looking in front of me, I found three men. The same men whom I looked up with admiration when we were younger. I gave them a small smile and I pass through them. I don't have anymore crushes, I'm already an adult. Crushes are for hopeful people, and I'm not one. People staring at me with different gazes. Jealousy and admiration were the common ones, but I ignored this. Do I need to care what people sees me? Especially when I'm around those three men. They were just my former crushes or should I say, people whom I formerly admire because I did not feel any other feeling than admiration... 'Get a life people...' <A/N: inspired by my bestfriend, Zayella. Copyrighted book and everything else.>