When my brother was a freshman in high school, he was on the varsity wrestling team. Which meant we had a group of upperclassman boys who would come over and hang out at our house. I was in seventh grade at the time and I had a gigantic crush on this senior named Troy Skogland. He made me swoon. I’m pretty sure he knew.
First, because I got all googly-eyed whenever he was around. And second, my brother might have told him.
Anyway, I was going through an origami phase at the time. Troy would fold those little colored papers with me in an attempt to make a fish or a dove or a dolphin. I was convinced I was in love. With him. Not the origami. I’d catch myself daydreaming about a moment in the future. When I was all grown up and pretty and Troy would come back from college and see me and we’d fall in love and live happily ever after.
In case you don’t know, my husband’s name isn’t Troy.
It’s Ryan. And I wouldn’t trade my Ryan for a thousand Troy’s, even though I’m sure he’s a nice guy.
Ah, but this is not the point of my blog post.
The point is to talk about love and all its many forms.
Crushes.
Puppy Love.
First Love.
True Love.
What do you think about them?
For me, I thought myself in love with other guys before I met Ryan. But in light of what I have with my husband, I look back and think, “Nah. That wasn’t the real deal.”
Let’s Talk: Tell me about a crush you had when you were little. I’ll admit, I had a thing for Jonathan Taylor Thomas (other wise known as JTT). Has anyone ever married their crush? Do you think you can have multiple true loves in a lifetime? Does your view on love change as you get older?