The end of the crush

Once upon a time there was a girl. She met a boy she liked and in an uncharacteristic fit of bravery she asked him out. Sadly, the boy said no, though he was very kind and gentlemanly about it. Knocked back but doing her best to cope with it, the girl went back to her every day life. However, a ghost of the boy still lurked at the back of her brain. The ‘What if?’ questions went into overdrive and the girl’s imagination went galloping off ahead of her. The girl knew she couldn’t be the only one to feel like this and sought comfort in pop music. As it had done many times before, pop saw her through.

Slowly the girl got control of her imagination back. Although this was a Good Thing (TM), it made the girl sad. She grieved a little for the scenes she had cast herself in, that would never be played out, for the kisses she would not share and the warmth she would not feel. The girl knew that knowing for sure was better than not, but she missed the excitement and hope that had bubbled up.

The girl knew the only thing she could do now was pick herself up, dust herself down and get back on with living. She knew that however much trouble being a hopeful romantic had caused her – and would cause her again – she would not wish to be anything else.

The End?


About paddymade

Thirtysomething PR type, Northern Ireland born and bred, now residing in Aberdeen. I drink tea (a lot), swear (loudly) and craft (badly) This is my little corner of the internet, pull up a chair and get comfortable :)
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