In 2nd grade I met a girl named Katie. I had an instant crush on her, but she never reciprocated. I do owe her a debt of gratitude, though, as she was one of the few girls in that school who treated me like a person. Also, she knew that I had this crush on her for many years and was a good enough sport about it to not freak out or snap at me.
The whole thing taught me an important lesson. Over time, I'd completely replaced the person with my idea of her. I saw her as pure and perfect and untouchable. That may sound flattering, but it means you're not seeing the real person anymore. Shortly after I graduated I bumped into her again (and had gone through a few more crushes) and I barely recognized her without all my emotional baggage attached.
The whole thing taught me an important lesson. Over time, I'd completely replaced the person with my idea of her. I saw her as pure and perfect and untouchable. That may sound flattering, but it means you're not seeing the real person anymore. Shortly after I graduated I bumped into her again (and had gone through a few more crushes) and I barely recognized her without all my emotional baggage attached.