Finding My Stride in Life

Today's blog prompt asks us about our first crush, and I had to think waaaay back on this one. Hmmm, I think my first crush was a boy in the 6th grade and he was a twin. They're names were the type popular and rhymed on the last syllable. Ronald and Donald. I liked Donald, and tried to gaze at him from my seat on the bus. They both had matching fros that were picked out really well on their heads. I liked Donald's fro the best and he was the nicer of the two.
One day, when I felt caught up with my crush, I wanted to express it to him in poetic form. Did I tell him a poem? No, of course not. I wrote him a poem. Now, I didn't have the nerve to walk up to him personally but there was a third family member, whose name I have blanked out entirely, who I approached to handle the dirty deed. He gladly offered to pass on my note to him, but not before reading it and dying in a fit of laughter. No, gentle readers, he did not really die, even though I would have saved my ruined reputation had he left this earth without passing on the note. Long story short, Donald did not share my affection and every time he saw me, he managed to look through me or around me, while the rest of the kids pointed and laughed.
So, that's my first crush. I stopped sharing my thoughts with others till I met my husband to be and fortunately, he felt the same.
Well, that's all for tonight...stay safe and warm!