Falling For My Childhood Crush
Old town.
Same crush.
Second-chance love possibilities are endless.
After failing in the big city, I found myself back home.
Back in the same bed, I’d slept in as a teen.
Back to the town that I’d run away from as fast as I could.
Jericho wasn’t a fresh start; it was reliving the past.
Part of that past was Jeff.
My brother’s best friend who had lived next door.
I’d loved him for a long time.
I got up the courage to tell him one night when I was 17.
Jeff had practically laughed at me.... [Read More...]