Ode To BananaIt’s been too long since I’ve had a crush on anyone. You forget those obnoxious feelings -- the inability to focus, random butterflies, and that damn longing to be near them. He doesn’t have my phone number, but I check it as if he did. He still won’t tell me his name, but I love talking to him. He’s playful, deep, and smart. When I’m talking to him, I feel like I’m suddenly taken to a place where someone is on the same plane as me. He does things just like I do when I thought I was the only one. I want so much to open up and learn about each other, but he makes me so shy, I don’t know where to start. . . but at the same time, he makes me feel like I can be myself. What’s worse is that I have a boyfriend. I don’t know what he’d do if he knew I felt this way about the guy. He’s 27, and I’m 21 so it’s not that big of a difference. But, he seems to think so. I can understand that. I don’t have intentions of pursuing him. I wish I could. I wish I was interesting to him. More than anything, I wish I could know more about him, but I don’t know how to start. What do I say? “Soo, what’s your name, where you from, do you have Facebook?” If that doesn’t sound like probing, I don’t know what does. I get the feeling he’s not into me. Sometimes, I’m not sure. Normally I can write fluent thoughts, but look at me! The man calls himself a banana – a badly bruised banana. And I just wish I could know more. Maybe find out he’s not right for me and then I can finally get on with my life.
Or maybe, just maybe, he’s exactly what I need in life and perhaps I could be the same for him.