a crush - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
There is something in the way you laugh that reminds me of my better self. There is something pure in the way you struggle to do what is right, it's an honesty, right? You have the kind of creative brain that brings such magic and interest to life, one that enjoys the sparking of ideas. So, my friend, I have a crush on you. One that could last as such gentle admiration does.
"Crush" was such an infantile word, one that must have been invented by older folks, the ones with an interest in belittling young love. Joanna hated it. She didn't have a crush on Karl, she loved him with the passion hotter than a thousand suns. He was the one. She knew it. He was all that was in her mind; he was her true north, her everything. One day they'd prove everyone wrong, run away together, start a family of their own. Tomorrow she'd find a way to talk to him, tell him how she felt, then she could finally stop hiding her emotions...
Gabriel was so proud of her hair but it wasn't the best thing about her. It fell in red ringlets about her pale skin, so striking that it was the only thing anyone ever commented on. But Ryan barely noticed it. He could drink in her words like a strong wine and enjoy feeling tipsy. He watched her like she had the stars in her hands and soft petals at her feet. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. But first things first, he had to ask her out on a date and his nerves were so bad he shook at just the thought.
When Kory heard the music it was like liquid adrenaline being injected right into his blood stream - not so strong as to freak him out, but just enough to make him tingle and start to move his body. He'd never had a dance class, but he and his mates had jived to music since their early teens, competing in the friendly way boys do to "up" one another. Now, just turned twenty, he was a well oiled machine on the dance floor. He didn't dance to show off, to make the girls watch - but they did. Anyone that could move like their limbs were half liquid in perfect rhythm and still look strong were interesting to say the least. He was used to the attention and he liked it. Then one day a new girl was at the club, not a mover and shaker, kinda shy in the way she moved, but he couldn't help but imagine them together. She was black, her hair in tight braids and he looked at her like he'd never really seen a woman before. Then for the first time in years he felt like if he opened his mouth nothing witty or interesting would come out...
He settled himself in the corner of the settee, ready to indulge himself in a bit of reading before the evening was spent. The binding creaked, its spine aching with age and service, only for there to be little surprise when blossoms fell to his breast. Canterbury pressed between pages he had hardly marked but the day before. He leaned his head back and placed the book over his eyes, allowed its knowledge to press gently against his eyelids. A smile crept and the air grew thick with a tenderness that couldn’t help but make him breathe slower, deeper, happier. So someone was after his heart yet again.
My skin tingled where he touched me and my heart beat erratically in my chest so hard that I thought it might fly out. There were butterflies - no, lions - in my chest, but it felt good.
I finally admitted to myself what I knew all along, but was too afraid to admit it: I liked him. A lot. And I wanted to be with him.
When Sara's older sister had had a crush, she'd found it so amusing. She'd been so easy to tease, especially when the boy was far out of her reach. Now Sara had her first infatuation and it felt like an invisible pillow pressing against her lips. His voice, his face, his serious lips and shoulder muscles were all her brain would dwell on. Her appetite dwindled, her grades suffered, she began to blush whenever he looked her way...
James had never much noticed Tara before, she'd been his sister's friend since they were kids. He'd done so many mean things to her over the years, treating her like she was another pesky sibling to keep in line. July had arrived and she'd come back after a year away in Washington. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She'd filled out a little, just enough to give her curves and a fuller bust. She'd let her hair go wavy again, falling in relaxed curls past her shoulders. James felt his mouth go dry. This wasn't like when they were kids. Tara looked his way, her mouth forming the perfect smile, "Hey, James..."
I couldn’t find my voice. I felt my cheeks flushed hot, and my stomach was heavy. My heart pounded in my throat, threatening to break out. His eyes wandered around the crowd. Mine stayed locked on him. How many love songs had I heard that said, “He takes my breath away”? Now that line made a lot sense. My body numbed as he approached and I became painfully conscious of my tea stained dress.
Ryan didn't laugh like a man, he giggled like a boy and Charlie loved it. It was like listening to his inner child breaking out. Yet everything else about him was all man. He'd filled out with muscle long before his peers and his voice broke before he was officially a teen. His face was mobile in the way deeply happy and content people's are, simply lacking the tension anxiety brings. His eyes had a softness to them, there was something so welcoming in the rich browns. Charlie felt just a little more lost, a little more at home, each time they were together.
It was weird at first but every day I fell in love with the idea of falling in love. It was unpredictable and crazy but I loved it. When he first arrived at school I didn't notice him, not more than a regular maths teacher anyway, but soon it was different. His eyes weren't just light blue they had dark blue flecks in them and his arms were bulging with veins and his smile was he best and as he started to tell us his little stories, I knew he was the one for me.
Pin-drop silence...? How is that remotely possible with my heart somersaulting and with you sitting dangerously close to me, your mahogany hair whipping haphazardly in a way I have come to adore and your cerulean eyes locking me in a trance with such intensity; looking away is unthinkable. Your almond shaped eyes constrict as you wink at me, unaware of the repercussions. The dimples that indent in the corners of your embellished skin is my last coherent thought as my head hits the pillow. All I know is that I'm falling for you. Hard.
A crush is nothing more than a lust for someone. That's does change anything in my eyes. She is still always there in my mind. Everyday when I see her, that is it. I'm thinking about her for the entire day. When our eyes lock, her eyes burn mine like I've been staring at the sun for too long. She is my crush, but she will never be mine. That much I already know.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as Ray looked in my direction, he grinned and I snapped my head away, knowing that if I continued to stare I would get lost in his big blue eyes. I could feel his eyes still on me, I silently inhaled and exhaled, hoping that his thoughts about me were good.
Aria's heart thumped so hard that she swore it was audible, their eyes had met and he smiled. It was only a small smile, but it was enough to make her go weak at the knees.
It felt like liquid adrenaline being injected right into her bloodstream - just enough to make her excited. Her skin tingled when they locked eyes and her heart beat erratically in her chest so hard that she felt as if she would burst. Looking into Alyx’s cat-like eyes felt like looking into the sun for too long - it almost burnt, but the burning sensation was satisfying to Caitlyn. There were butterflies - no, an entire zoo - in Caitlyn’s chest, but it felt good.
“Are…… you gonna grab your drink?” Alyx giggled,
Caitlyn couldn’t find her voice. Her cheeks flushed hot pink and her stomach sunk heavily so she grabbed the drink, smiled and walked away hyperventilating.
Seeing him made my heart twirl. Hearing his voice made my stomach flutter. I can't help but feel this way about him. His eyes, those deep amber eyes that could tell a whole story just by looking at them. And the way he moves. He trots along, effortlessly looking handsome. I stop to look at him and admire his perfection as I know that's as far as I could ever get. I imagine his hands brushing against my hand as we walk down the school hallway and everyone's eyes are fixed on us. He was my heaven and when I was around him I felt as if I just died.