Do you remember your first crush? Do you remember the first time you told someone you liked them? How big that was? I think back to the excitement I had the first time I put myself out on that limb. It was not something flippantly said or entered into lightly. My “like” was almost sacred. It was a way to say I was committed to someone, and even something.
I think of how committed I am to my favorite flavor of ice cream and brand of deodorant. I liked mint chocolate chip so much it is still my “go-to” flavor to this day, and the deodorant I liked will be forever on my closet shelf. The idea of it being discontinued brings on panicked feelings of doom—similar to the break-up feelings after my first crush. Ouch.
But I digress; the point here is that stating my likes was a way…
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