In my situation, it was Chase. My earliest secondary school crush, straight-out of a romance book: curly locks, basketball muscles, bad kid attitude, therefore the capacity to push many mothers to their hips. But a lot more than the mind of him could be the storage in the thinking evoked by their appearance: the flutter of my heart, the pleasure of sensation appreciated, the coziness of that belong, and security of approval during those rocky Middle School ages.Continue reading→