315. Dad Crush [FAST]

And in that moment, I felt it: the crush. Not as desire. Not as romance. But as a kind of gravitational pull. The realization that this man—flawed, tired, sometimes grumpy, always trying—had built a world inside of me before I even had words for it.

A Dad Crush, entry #315 in my mental catalog, is that specific, aching admiration you have for a parent before you understand the difference between love and longing. It’s the phase where your father becomes the benchmark for every man you’ll ever meet. He laughs, and you think, That’s what laughter should sound like. He fixes the garbage disposal, grease on his forearms, and you think, That is what safety looks like. 315. Dad Crush

And I crushed, just a little, all over again. And in that moment, I felt it: the crush