The first time I had a crush was on a girl in class VII whom I liked so much that I'd sit with her even if it meant adjusting with her partner on a seat meant for two. Gradually, the feeling faded away. The next time I was caught in the fangs of a crush it lasted for three long years I almost called it love But it too faded away. Then came love like a torrential downpour And left me drenched for years to come It was unlike any crush I'd met before And taught me the difference between love and crush once and for all. Crushes have their own joy to give I remember merrily jumping up and down Each time I'd come home after seeing one. Another time, I was unable to concentrate on my exam having been enchanted by an eccentric invigilator. One hugged me once and made my day. Another was so huggable but we rarely ever talked. There was even one whose name I never found out. Some made me wonder if it could become something more. While some indeed became more than a crush and turned into a friend. But one thing crushes have in common Is that they all fade with time. And remain the potentials that never actualize.