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He lived next door to my best friend
That school holiday I hoped would never end
Many the reasons I found to visit
Hoping he’d be at home that day
But he worked, and worked away
Wheat-white hair and ice-blue eyes
Ice-hot shivers of limerence
Shivers that erased all good sense
Shivers that curled, coiled and throbbed
Had me panting
Wishing
Hoping
Please notice me, please
A word, a smile
He smiled!
That could last me days, carry me far, drive me wild
I bet he thought me just a child
91 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Limerence
crispina kemp 
Aww, so sweet.
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Truth…:)
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💗💗💗
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🥰🥰🥰
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Oh! Those first crushes 💜😞😞
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Pulled intact from my memory. I still get a rush when I think of him
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Excellent perfect ending 💜💜💗
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Thank you
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Oh I would do anything to feel that again. brilliantly told, Crispina!
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I had to picture the person first, and really focus on him. But, truth, he has remained quite vivid in my memory
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I’m with Violet! Mind you, I’ve never quite been that obsessive but still… that first crush is so big.
Nicely done.
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Thank you. In later years that fruend told me how he had changed as he aged. I prefer to remember him as 17
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I imagine most people do
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I remember when I met up with my dearly departed Oswald, I had the devil of a job to see the reality of him, all I could see was how he’d been 20 years before. To my eyes he had not aged one bit.
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So funny… I had the hugest crush on my gym teacher in high school…. and five years after graduating, ended up meeting him, dating him and moviing in with him. He also had not aged a bit… nor matured….
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That’s it, isn’t it. It’s the maturing process. Although in Oswald’s final days he didn’t look so good (multiple cancers) he was ever the teenage legend!
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Ahhh, that’s sad. I have no idea who this Oswald is, you understand 😉
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My last non-cohabiting lover
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Gotcha!
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That’s what is so great about memory. We can hold that perfect face, that perfect moment, the sublime, and carry it with us, unblemished, forever!
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Indeed, despite my friend in later years shattered my image/illusions of him 🙏😉
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Yes, but your abiding memory lasted all that time, and was good!
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I still wonder what might have happened had we dated
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There are few things that come close the the rush of that first crush!
Gorgeous write!
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Thank you, Nancy 🙏😎
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So, a word I didn’t know. Thank you!
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We must thank Sammi. I didn’t know it either
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