Wussy crusher

Simple and to the point is how I like it.
I have a friend who has a blog. She has the most creative and beautiful mind I have ever had the pleasure of looking into. I read her post on how she feels about her husband, and she describes it as having a crush over and over again. She claims that marriage is a wonderful secret that the married are really good at keeping. I hope so, but honestly I hate crushes. Sure they are fun, it is always fun to think about boys and get all silly sick in the stomach, but then they fade and all you are left with is the imagined memory of a crush that remained a crush, and nothing more. My crushes alwasy stay crushes, unspoken words of described feelings. I am a wussy crusher. So I hope that someday when I do find my Mr. Hottie Rightiousness it will not start as a crush, but as a sneaking familiar stranger who startles you from a sleep. It will be like a sigh, a sigh at the satifaction that you made it! You got him, he is yours, he appeared and now he holds you while you dream together.(Cheesy I know) No more disappointing crushes, for they will transform into short sighs at the touch and feel of him, you might call it eternal infatuation.