I have a crush on someone. That can't-stop-thinking-about-him, makes-me-smile, ooh-I'm-getting-butterflies-in-my-stomach, aww-he's-so-cute type crush.
But it's totally innocent. Kinda like the one we all experienced in high school with the cute guy sitting across in our English class. And I'm not expecting this to lead to anything at all... just some good ol' fashioned, innocent daydreaming.
But here's the thing: this crush is really not about the guy. Well, it is. But it's not. Let me explain. I'm really not all that concerned with the guy, but the fact that I can have feelings for someone after breaking up with, err, the other parent.
When I decided to end things with my son's father, I told myself this: Self, there was a time before him, and they'll be a time after him. But I'm not so sure that I truly believed it since it was my typical post-breakup pep talk.
I mean, I knew that I had to pick myself up, learn a lesson, and move forward. But at the time, I didn't feel as though I would be able to like someone again.
Until now. The crush. The can't-stop-thinking-about-him, makes-me-smile, ooh-I'm-getting-butterflies-in-my-stomach, aww-he's-so-cute type crush. Mr. Eye-candy.
Guess it's true what Robert Frost says -- "In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
Life has proven to go on... and on... and on for me.
I couldn't be more at peace with my situation than I am right now. In this moment.
And in case you were wondering, having a crush takes Facebook stalking to a whole new level and makes it that much more fun!