When I was in middle school, I have a crush on my classmate. He's such a handsome boy. He is tall and I really like his nose. I have feeling for him for 3 years. But it ended up with him being my chairmate's boyfriend. Of course it hurts. But I was 12 and that's okay.

When I was in high school, I also have a crush on my classmate(again). He's handsome and I love his eyebrows. We have the same taste in music. We love to share memes or something up-to-date. I have feeling for him for 2 years. Time flies and we don't talk anymore. Of course it hurts. But I was 16 and that's okay.

When I went to college, again, I have a crush on my classmate. But at that time, I didn't really know about what things that I like about him. I don't even remember how it starts but, when I saw him that day with his white t-shirt and jeans, he reminded me of my dad. Now I'm 21 and I understand why.

He reminds me of something like old love songs, good books that I have read, rain, poems, gray hoodie, silly jokes, a house, a home, a soul, me, and love.

I never tell him about how I feel, but I think maybe he already knows about it. I don't know what will happen to us in the future, but now I swear I don't feel hurt. I let him to go everywhere and choose whoever he wants. As long as he is happy with his life, it is more than enough for me. Because I'm 21 now, and I understand that this is love.

And that's okay🤍