I’ve got a crush on you sweetie pie
All the day and nighttime hear me sigh
The world will pardon my mush
Cuz I’ve got a crush, my baby, on you….

I think the word “crush” is apropos to describe that first heartbreaking unrequited love - or maybe any unrequited love - because you always seem to be crushed when you realize it’s just not going to happen.

We’ve all been there, done that. So share your crush story on your blog, come back here and leave a comment, and we’ll all be crushed together.

Personally, my favorite crush is Grape Crush. Oh wait, wrong crush. Never mind. Can’t wait to read your stories, though!

Other Flashback Fridays
1. Rochelle
2. Theresa
3. Hula Doula
4. YellowRose

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When I was a young teenager, every summer I would go to a weeklong summer church camp up on Grand Mesa in Colorado. It was a nice break from the 110+ degree June temperatures here in Phoenix. Most years there was still some leftover snow on the ground and I actually had to take a jacket with me. In JUNE! It was heaven.

The year I was 14, having just finished my freshman year of high school, I went to camp hoping that maybe just maybe I might meet a cute boy who thought I was cute, too. Instead I met a 24 year old man from California with golden locks, a suntan, and gorgeous blue eyes. On top of that he had THE most beautiful singing voice you could ever imagine. I was hooked.

The bad thing about him was that every girl in that camp felt the same way I did. The good thing about him was that even though I’m sure he realized that he was causing quite a stir, he was not a jerk about it and he really did try to get to know everyone and pay attention to everyone. And in fact, he did give me some extra-special attention (no not that way people - this was CHURCH camp). And by that I mean that he spent time talking to me and getting to know me. Not in any way, shape or form leading me on - after all, he was ten years older than me and I was underage - but more like older brother type attention. But to a teenage girl, attention is attention and any attention when you have a crush fans the embers of that crush.

When church camp ended, I got a very longed for hug, an address, and a promise to stay in touch. And you know what? Bless his heart, he did answer my letters. And I dreamed of growing up and marrying him. But time and distance lessen those intense feelings and my crush faded away over the months and years and sooner or later we lost touch.

A few years later, when I was about 20 or so, I was at another youth meeting somewhere in California I believe, and I got wind that he was also there. All those old feelings were reawakened and I was almost breathless with the anticipation of seeing him again.

But as with most things, you can’t go back again. He was still handsome, still kind, even remembered me. And I tried to have a crush on him again for old times’ sake, but there was no rekindling my old flame. We were both different people. Even though I was an adult and I could have pursued him without reservation, the difference between 20 and 30 was really too large and the different directions our lives had taken just didn’t work. So, although it was nice to see him again, it just wasn’t the same. But I certainly won’t ever forget that special summer crush when I was 14 years old.