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--- name: Your First Crush slug: your-first-crush type: emotional_process status: deprecated version: 1.0.0 released: sometime between ages 7 and 14 maintainer: the nervous system, reluctantly dependencies: - proximity - a specific laugh - recess or its equivalent - the dangerous quiet of a school hallway license: unrepeatable tags: - first, feeling, longing, memory, calibration, loss, tenderness ---
A rehearsal for longing. The heart practicing scales.
You did not choose the trigger. A pencil case. A certain way of standing. The sound of a name in someone else's mouth. The system initialized without consent, as all important systems do.
The process ran quietly at first. Background threads only. Then louder. Then it was the whole CPU.
You found reasons to be near the source. You studied their habits like small weather. You memorized which direction they walked after lunch. None of this felt like obsession because it was too soft, too lit from inside.
There was no declaration. Or there was, and it was catastrophic in the precise, survivable way of small catastrophes.
Either way: the feeling eventually found its ceiling, and you came back down.
ERR_THEY_LIKE_SOMEONE_ELSE // fatal, recoverable
ERR_YOU_SAID_TOO_MUCH // medium severity
ERR_YOU_SAID_NOTHING_EVER // slow burn, also medium
ERR_THEY_MOVED_AWAY // graceful shutdown
ERR_YOU_GREW_UP // expected behavior, still stings
duration: weeks to years
intensity: immense for body size
required_context: school, camp, or any closed system
output: a permanent soft spot in the architecture
side_effects:
- first use of the word "devastated"
- brief poetry phase
- [nostalgia](/nostalgia) with unusually high resolution
v1.0.0 — Initial release. Unpatched. Runs once per user with full permissions.
All subsequent versions (see: falling in love, infatuation, the one that got away) carry forward this instance's data as read-only memory. You cannot write to it. You can only look.
Does it count if they never knew? It counts. It counted most.
Why do I still remember their exact shoes? The brain files the first of anything under permanent storage. Architecture decision, not a bug.
Was it real? It was the most uncut version. Before heartbreak taught you to hedge. Before you learned to want things quietly.
Yes. It was real.