The Wheel and The Rock.

Oh, Samantha, have you lost your mind? The wheel and the rock? What are you getting at? Well, it's that season everyone. The season when it seems like everyone is getting into a relationship. Left and right I see and hear things. "Did you hear that so-and-so is dating what's-her-face?" "I didn't know they were together. When did that happen?" Or you see a couple holding hands. How is there a wheel and a rock involved?
Well, I have seven close girl friends. Four of them have boyfriends. One has a fiance. One is married. And then there's me. Naturally, they all want to spend time with their men, and I don't blame them, but that leaves me to being a wheel if we all hang out.
I don't mind it. I really don't, I very much approve of all their men. They are all incredible men, and they are all perfect for my friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way for them! But sometimes it gets awkward. I can't go everywhere with them. I can't go on group dates. I just can't go and be with them all the time when they all hang out. But how does a rock come into play? Well, it's not a small rock like in someone's front yard. It's a big rock. Like a small boulder. It crushes me...
It's my crush.

Let me tell you about my crush: he's the sweetest guy in the whole world. He makes me smile when I think about him. He gives me butterflies when I see him or think about the last time I saw him. He's hilarious. He works hard and it shows. Everyone gets along with him. He looks excellent in green. I've been told he's very strong in the gospel. He doesn't make me feel like an idiot when I make a mistake or don't know how to do something. He's simple... I like simple.
But then I wonder, if I like him so much, and try to get his attention so much, and invite him to places all the time, why doesn't he come? Why doesn't he respond to anything? Is it something about me? Does he not think I'm pretty or smart? I can be smart. I can try to make myself look beautiful. I want him to look at me and think I'm the prettiest girl in the world. I want him to think of me. I want to be on his mind. I want him to think the same things about me. I want him. I can't express how much I like him or how much I want him. When I was completely sure of one thing, he walks in my life and makes me think, "do I really want that?" I've never been so completely stressed out by a guy before in my life. It's so funny. When literally every other aspect of my life is stress free, this makes up for it. It's gotten so bad some nights I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't do anything because all that I can think about is him.

Well, here's to you, sir. You're the reason my sanity has left me this time.