Sandra wrote:Well, when I was 13, there was this boy on my class that I used to hate. Everytime he talked, I just imagined myself slaping him or something lol
Obvisouly it was only a thought, because he was very strong lolol
Then one day, I dreamt that he was talking to me, in a very friendly way. My dreams influence me a lot - when I dream that I like a boy, for exemple, I spend all day thinking about him. So, I spent that day not hating him. And then I began having a crush on him .__. I didn't have courage to talk to him, so it was very platonic.
One day it ended, obvisouly lol
Actually, my husband and I sort of had the same thing. We hated each other so much that we would go out of way to make the other miserable. This went on throughout our childhood. Then I moved away to college, and I came home for a visit and I went to his brother's wedding reception. He tried to kiss me, so I slapped him...I still didn't like him. Then two years ago, he called me out of the blue. He lived in Denver and I lived in Michigan. That is when I started to have a crush on him. He harbored one for me for a good decade, he just never told me. Now we're married and have a son. And we still pick on each other...a lot.