Prologue — Crush Flashback
We don’t control fantasies. One day they just land—alive, insistent, unrelenting.
Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!The moment we try to move them from mind into reality, reality arrives. The collision is almost always head-on: the picture that lived in imagination doesn’t match what’s happening in front of our eyes. We smooth the edges, try to live without missing traits, even try to be someone we’re not—just to fit. In the end, reality usually wins, and even the most stubborn among us rarely get a perfect duplicate of the dream.
The romantic crush is probably the most powerful fantasy of early hormonal awakening. Wherever life flings us, it’s etched deep. Sometimes one tiny trigger is enough to flood everything back.
A short message pops on the screen.
Only one person ever called me that. Warm currents run through my body. Nearly twenty years have passed—how can it still hit this hard?
Reply now? Wait? Let the night smooth it out—maybe morning won’t feel the same?