Everyone remembers their first crush. The way they gave you butterflies when they walked past, how they said "hi" to you that one time during math class and all those moments added up to you believing you two were meant to be together. For these people, reuniting with their first crush was probably the best (or worst) thing that could've happened to their love life.
Meeting Her Crush Ended Up Tearing This Family Apart
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“My wife’s former crush randomly messaged her on Facebook one day. She messed around with him on day two. She’s now my ex-wife, she’s jobless living with his mom, and I have the kids.
My kids are 5 and 3 so they don’t understand it much but I’m hoping for the long game when they realize which parent was really there for them. My son still says hurtful things at times like ‘I don’t want to live with you anymore, I want to live with mommy’ when he’s angry.”
He Got The Message Loud And Clear To Give Up On This Middle-School Crush
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“Last time I saw her was when I was 12. I was 35 when I did some research on the Internet and found her. I sent her a letter saying hi and was curious about how she was doing. Gave her my email address and cell phone number. 3 weeks went by and I get a message through Facebook from her saying, ‘I’m fine. Married with twin boys. Don’t contact me again.’
6 months go by and my parents get a phone call from a guy saying he’s her ex-husband and wanted to talk to me. I call him from a friend’s cell phone. He tells me that she’s in a marriage with an extremely controlling husband and I should be careful. I thank him for letting me know and hang up. I’ve stayed away ever since.”
He Never Had The Courage
“I had a crush on her all through freshman and sophomore year. She kissed me at the end of sophomore year. I… failed to reciprocate… basically ran away from her. Extreme social anxiety.
I switched schools after disappearing for the summer (not because of the kiss), but when school started again I walked to her school every day for half of the year in hopes of having the balls to make a move. Saw her each day. Failed each day.
She obviously got tired of waiting, ended up with another guy, I gave up.
Come the end of senior year she shows up at my school to see some guy. Saw me, literally jumped into my arms and forced her phone number on me.
We’ve been together 7 years come November. I proposed to her around a week ago, and she said yes.”
He Lost The Weight, And It Made All The Difference
“I’ll preface this by saying I had an extremely large crush on this girl from like 14/15 until 20 years old. We were best friends, the typical neckbeard situation, I was 370lbs of not muscle, and she was a blonde girl who for some reason became best friends with me. She dated all my friends, knew how I felt, but never gave me the chance. Well fast forward now, I’ve been working out for about 10+ years and while I’m no DiCaprio, I have the lumberjack thing going for me: big guy, big beard, big arms, just all around a big dude in the right way.
Anyways, she comes to town 3 weeks ago and wants to have dinner. Sure, we really haven’t hung out in almost 8-10 years. So we go out and I can tell she’s super into me, telling me how great I look, I’ve ‘come into my own,’ grown up well. She starts talking about how there are no guys like me out west, talking about the good old days when we used to sleep in my bed, and get wasted together, etc, asking what I’m doing after. We should go to the bar, go for a swim at her house, etc. I just had to pass up her offer by saying no. Besides the fact that I am with a woman who loves me for who I was before I got in shape, the satisfaction of saying ‘no thanks, sorry gonna watch a movie with the misses tonight’ was seriously worth all of those years of rejection. I’m a pretty confident guy but that dinner put me on cloud 9 more than any revenge banging ever could have. Also found out through a mutual friend she was asking around how serious I am with my SO right now.”
No Means No, Jerk
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“Ever since the sixth grade, I had always had a huge crush on this guy we’ll call Michael. Michael and I sat next to each other in math class and became good friends. One day after class I thought I had worked up the courage to tell him how I felt. I remember walking to our lockers together and me saying something along the lines of, ‘I have to tell you something…I like you…just kidding.’ Followed by me running away to get sick in the bathroom.
Fast forward to high school. Michael and I are still acquaintances and I am of course still crushing. Eventually, in eleventh grade, Michael asks me out on a date and I am stoked! Come to find out, he is the worst kisser ever and I still don’t care. We casually go on dates here and there throughout junior and senior year. I had always hoped that we could have become more, but it was never serious and he often went out with other girls.
During my senior year in college, I end up reconnecting with Michael on Facebook. He asked me out and I couldn’t have been more excited hoping to maybe finally end up with this guy that I had placed on a pedestal for so long. Long story short, he took me out to dinner at Applebee’s and invited me back to his place to watch a movie. Within the first five minutes, he starts trying to make a move. I was surprised to find out that his kissing skills had not gotten any better. But whatever, this was Michael. Well as this goes on, he starts trying to take my clothes off and I politely decline. He says he understands and goes back to kissing. Thirty seconds later he is at it again, trying to undress me and get on top of me. I keep telling him no and he just keeps trying. He’s going on and on, ‘I really like you. Come on. I think we could really work out. Come on…’ After this keeps happening over the course of the next five minutes, I decide I need to leave. He is unhappy about it and asks if he can see me again and I say, ‘Uhhh…sure.’ I get out of there and haven’t seen or talked to him since. He did text me a few times after that, but I just had no interest.”
Despite Second Chances, He Messed Up With His Crush Again
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“I went out for drinks with my crush, and I was still fixated on her. Realized that the universe had given me a chance. I got wasted and embarrassed myself by spending so much of the night talking about how much my younger self liked her, extolling her virtues like it was years ago. I mentioned how crazy and awesome it was that I was finally getting my chance.
It was sad. I didn’t realize how bad I messed up until I sobered up. Woke up and immediately knew I would not be given a second opportunity because I started to see her reactions and responses from the previous night with a sober eye.
I realized the massive amount of ‘I’m going to be polite, but I’ve made a mistake’ that was continuously written across her face.”
He Still Wishes He Could’ve Gotten The Last Word In Their Final Conversation
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“I saw my crush at our 10-year high school reunion.
She was a bit heavier than she’d been in high school but still attractive. She was there with her Ivy League fiancé. These two facts combined to change my mindset from ‘I wanna bang my high school crush at our reunion’ to ‘Oh well, nevermind.’
At one point, we were being recognized for something, and with all eyes on us, she leaned over and said, ‘I remember what a crush you had on me. You wanted me baaad.’
First, I couldn’t really react, given the immediate circumstances. Second, I didn’t detect any kind of Taco Bell-type invitation in what she’d said (sorry). In fact, it almost seemed like she was just lording it over me. I mean, she was there with her fiancé, who, we’d determined in previous small-talk, she loooved and who was awesome!
For some reason, it really ticked me off. I just gave her a blank look, shrugged, and walked away. To this day, I wish I’d had some kind of witty comeback, but that’s about my only regret. Haven’t seen her since, but I hope she’s happy, and blah, blah, blah.”
Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
“I had a crush on this girl back in 4th grade. She was my first childhood crush. She had moved to my school from another private school in town. I started talking to her and I really really liked her. After that one year though, she went back to her old school.
Fast forward to 8th grade. She’s back. I got so excited to see her again and so excited that she was back at my school where we would see each other every day. About halfway through the year, I find out that one of my best friends also has a huge crush on her, so being the nice guy I was, I tried to set the two of them up together. It made me sad to do that, but I wanted to see my friend happy. Unfortunately, it didn’t go well. I still didn’t have the courage to ask her out for myself, though, so nothing more happened there.
It is now 10th grade, and she goes away back to her old school again. Sad sad me. Didn’t see her again until her graduation party 2 years later, and I only stayed for about an hour.
Now it’s December 2014. We are both in our last years of college. I decide to write her on Facebook and we talk for a bit. I find out that she and her sister started a singing duo and were starting to pursue it pretty far. They had a manager and a booking agent and recorded in professional studios and everything. I get asked to be in a music video that they were filming, as my crush’s husband. The music video had a story to it as well, so there was a script. I read the script and find out I get to kiss her. FINALLY! The dreams of my 9-year-old self are coming true! We film the music video and kiss, and it was quite an awesome feeling. I thought about confessing to her right then and there, but I wasn’t thinking clearly due to me having just worked a double shift at work (one of them being a night shift, and the video was shot at 10 the next morning), so I still didn’t confess.
New Year’s Eve a few weeks later, I’m at a frat party with her and her sister, and her sister is wasted off her tail by 9 pm. I spent the whole entire night trying to take care of her sister and didn’t even get to talk much to either of them coherently that night. Anyways, she promises to make it up to me by treating me to one of my favorite restaurants, Steak n Shake, for my birthday a week later before her and her sister head off to the west coast.
The day we were supposed to get together, I was planning it all out how I was going to tell her. I had it all figured out and was really really hoping it would work. Then I get a text from her saying that she won’t be able to hang out after all because she and her sister have a lot of packing to do still and were going to spend time with their family before they moved. Of course, I was devastated. I didn’t know what to do. I definitely didn’t want to tell her through a text message. It wasn’t at all what I was going for. So we didn’t hang out for my birthday, and they moved away and I didn’t get to see her to tell her how I felt.
But the story doesn’t end here.
It is now about 3 weeks after the move. She has been posting pictures on her Facebook about the trip out west and updates about it and all that stuff, so I decide to go to her profile and read up on it all at once, like a story. I see a post from a guy from the day we were supposed to hang out saying something along the lines of ‘I just want to say thank you to [girl] and [her sister] for the wonderful treat of Steak n Shake before they move away. You are both so talented and I wish you the best of luck out west.’
We haven’t talked since.”
Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
“Starting way back in 6th grade I always had a crush on a girl who we’ll call Suzanne (for the Weezer fans out there). We were both horribly awkward as you are at that age and would never make a move on one another. It didn’t help that we both had some self-esteem issues, but who didn’t at that age? Eventually, in high school, I ended up basically giving up after her best friend, who we’ll call Megan, told me that Suzanne didn’t like me. Turns out Megan was a manipulative psycho who also had a crush on me, and we ended up dating for around a year until I realized that at 16 she was already planning our wedding.
Fast forward a few years and all of us went our different ways for college. I still kept in touch with Suzanne, but we both ended up in serious relationships with other people. Apparently, we both still hadn’t moved on from our feelings towards the other, but neither of us ever brought it up. In junior year in college, I was visiting nearby her campus with friends (my current girlfriend stayed behind at our school for work) and gave her a call to catch up. My friends and her friends all got together at a bar and had a great time. We ended up back at a friend’s apartment for the night, and as the drinks kept flowing we both got a little more open. I ended up cheating on my college girlfriend that night and felt horrible about it. Suzanne and I saw each other twice more that week before I had to head back to school and neither of us brought up what had happened.
Once I was back at school, I was extremely confused. My current girlfriend and I had been through a rough patch and were trending downward, but I still wasn’t sure if Suzanne considered me a wasted mistake. I decided just to see how everything played out with time.
A few months before graduation, my college girlfriend and I split. After graduation, Suzanne and I both moved back home for new jobs and I worked up the courage to finally ask her out. That same night, I finally kissed her (sober), and the second our lips separated she whispered ‘finally.’
She was into it! She was into me!
Fast forward a few weeks and we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. She’s filled me in on the fact that she’s been crazy about me since we were kids. A few years later, we’re married at 25. We just celebrated our one year anniversary last weekend and things have been outstanding. She’s the love of my life.”
“How She Turned Out Just Ruined The Illusion For Me”
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“All through elementary and middle school I was absolutely enamored with this one girl. As kids in elementary school, we did that cutesy bf/gf thing without actually being in a relationship, I thought we would get married and have like a thousand kids. In middle school she became a bad kid, I guess she had some trouble at home and her entire demeanor shifted during summer. She became an emo kid, started hanging out with the kids who got arrested and was in and out of the principal’s office non-stop.
I still tried hanging out with her because I was still crushing hard, but we were just too different now. I was into awkward self-pleasuring and Runescape, she was into hot topic and giving handies to high schoolers behind the gas station. Eventually, she was sent to juvie and that was the last I heard of her, or so I thought.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago, I’m home on summer break from college and I find her on Tinder. We match and talk for a few days, she ended up getting knocked up in high school and dropping out due to being a single mom. She mentions meeting up for some coffee and maybe a movie at her place, I just unmatched her. Something about seeing how she turned out just ruined the illusion for me.”
She Finally Found The Strength To Move On From This Horrible Crush
“I was in love with him for most of my lower teenage years. He was my best friend but I broke it off when I found out he’d been talking crap behind my back. I never thought he meant what he said about me, but I do know he was desperate to be liked by people and didn’t mind crapping on me to seem cooler to them. Of course, the people he talked to told me about it.
We met up when I was 19, about three years since we’d last seen each other. He was as charming as he’d always been, and I realized how quickly we fell back into our previous rolls. Him, being cool but kind of a butthole, and me, hanging off his every word. I’m happy we met up because it gave me some closure to realize I didn’t feel the same as I did about him, and that he was even more of a jerk. I still think about him sometimes but much more soberly than I did when we still hung out.”
Their Reunion Became A Game Of “Will They, Or Won’t They”
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“So there was this girl I had a huge crush on our last year of middle school. She was very developed for her age and she actually talked to me and my nerdy and socially anxious friends, which was cool, but I never made a move because I was pretty overweight and not very confident.
After middle school, she moved and we talked a handful of times throughout high school and now we’re both in college. A few months ago she gets our old group of friends together and we hang out and have a blast. Afterwards, our mutual friend drops us off at my place because she and I agreed to go to the gym afterward. She then tells me she thinks I’m cute and to this I say we should just take a walk on the beach.
On the beach we sat down, she leaned on me, put her arm around me and I started tickling her. I got her on her back and I stop and she goes, ‘What?’ And I decide, ‘Screw it’ and I kissed her. This ends with us making out and me asking her out which she excitingly agrees.
The next week passes and we go on a series of dates (which I honestly thought were the best dates I’ve ever been on) and we tell each other since we like each other, we’d at least try long distance (she goes to school across the country). Then after our last date she was being distant and I asked what was wrong and she asked if it’d be okay to continue to hang out, but not date and just as friends. I was, understandably, devastated. She said that I did everything right and that she still hadn’t gotten over her previous relationship and needed more time, but that she still liked me and thought I was cute still. We then didn’t talk for a week. I asked if we could meet up later on, we did and I said ‘friends don’t have feelings for each other and my feelings for you are too strong to just be friends. I wish you the best of luck and have a good summer.’ She then apologized profusely and I think I saw her crying.
She apologized again a month ago and I’d be a liar if I said I don’t miss her still.”
His Crush Went From A 10 To A 0
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“My senior year of high school, my Wednesday class before lunch we always got out 5 minutes late, after the other seniors had left campus, so I would eat in the cafeteria with the underclassmen one day a week. I ended up making friends with a group of sophomores/juniors, including a cute, nerdy freshman girl who hung out with them. She developed a massive crush on me, and I definitely liked her back, but I wasn’t nearly creepy enough to date a 14-year-old at 17-18, so I deliberately friend zoned her and then lost contact after I graduated.
I took a year off before college and then did a 2-year community college transfer program at a major university. Consequently, I was pretty isolated starting the university as a junior and would have been thrilled to discover an existing friend there.
Anyway, my second semester at the university, I’m waiting outside a class that’s about to start and an extremely fat girl approaches me with this gigantic smile, calling my name and talking excitedly about how great it is to see me. It took her at least 30 seconds to realize I didn’t recognize her with all that extra weight, and I could see the understanding crawl across her face. I tried to apologize and play it off like it had just been too long, but I could tell she was devastated. That night I got a bunch of texts from one of our old mutual friends, calling me all kinds of names and letting slip that this girl was literally crying and was still really into me. He pretty directly told me I needed to call her and make her feel better, but I honestly feel no attraction whatsoever to girls that are overweight and I really didn’t want to go down a road that could only lead to me shooting her down.
Anyway, I spent the rest of that semester arriving through a different door right before class started, and I never saw her again.
It’s a shame, though. We had connected pretty strongly when we were younger, and I would have absolutely gone for it if she were even just average looking. So it goes.”
This Childhood Crush May Have Ended, But He Smiled Seeing Her Again
“I had a crush on the daughter of my mom’s friend when I was about 10 years old. We would hang out a lot, sometimes all night when our moms were working together at the coat check of the restaurant my dad valeted for. She was definitely my first big crush, but I was a shy, awkward kid. I remember one of the last times we hung out, I gave her my favorite Lion King trading card because I liked her.
After our moms got new jobs, we didn’t see each other anymore. The next time I saw her was when we were 18. She was really different and even though she was still really cute, I didn’t feel the same way about her. We talked for a bit and caught up.She showed me pictures of her son, apparently, she had gotten pregnant when she was 17 and had a beautiful baby boy that her mom looked after so she could finish school. It was a nice experience, especially finding out what she had been up to all those years.”