There at the door talking to my teacher was Mike. My love. A freshman now in NYU, he apparently came back to visit some old teachers.

I hadn't thought about him since the beginning of the school year. Now here he was, just a few feet away from me, nonchalantly chatting with my teacher. I had this sudden urge to jump from my seat and embrace him. Thank him for coming back so that I could see him again. He had changed dramatically. No more were the pale and frayed jencos or nerd shirts. Long gone were the Vans and trashed messenger bag, in place was someone much more sophisticated. A prep? I hope not. Was this New York City chic? Could be...it didn't matter. It was Mike. Funny, zany, beautiful...pallid.

I tried hard to concentrate on my worthless project but couldn't help observing him as he continued to talk on. Look at me! Still in high school...not even a senior. Crushes are so horrible. But was it really a crush last year? Was it a crush? If it was it was a very deep crush. Lust beyond belief. But then it faded away.

It was nothing more then a girl-boy crush. My lusty heart attached on someone. But it made me happy to see him again and my heart did flutter.