There's two significant 'first crushes' in my life: my first "innocent" crush and my first "I'm in love" crush.
My first "innocent" crush befell me when I was seven. I was sitting in church, of all places. A boy was visiting and I remember staring at him and trying to figure out what was going on inside my mind. I decided I just "really wanted to be friends" with him.
Such was how I viewed my crushes on boys until [Him].
So many times I had "convinced" myself that I was over him... but the bastard keeps finding his way back into my heart.
Speaking of deal-breakers... my future hubs will have to, obviously, get me over [Him].
That's right, I still have yet to get over the blaggard.