To the editor:

In response to Stephanie Bouck’s March 28 letter, let me just say that a confession of a crush can lift a great weight from the shoulders of the unnoticed.

Adoration from afar becomes a constant ache when one’s object of affection is either out of reach or simply inattentive.

I applaud Sara’s courage in confession. Perhaps Stephanie did not assess the situation very well. By expressing her feelings, Sara does not have to feel apprehensive about “that day.”

You know which one I’m talking about, the day when two separate paths chance to cross in a remarkable, unforgettable way.

Every imaginable scenario has played through her mind, from the most horrifying to the most rewarding. Yet despite regular, or maybe not so regular, opportunities, the chance meeting does not arrive.

So, Stephanie, the reason we harbor secret crushes is because we are unable to find relief through the means you suggested.

A column in the newspaper represents not only exasperation at the guaranteed cluelessness of the male gender, but also freedom.

Whether or not Paul Shirley reacted positively ends up secondary to the feeling of rejuvenation upon waking the day after.

Maybe Stephanie has never felt this way. Maybe Stephanie never had a crush on someone who had no idea she was alive, but I have.

Paul was probably embarrassed, and secretly he was flattered. We can only hope Paul was stunned at his own failure to pay attention.

Stephanie, honestly, do you think Sara expected Paul to swoon like some character in a romance novel? If you’re right, pity the poor girl; if you’re wrong, maybe it’s time you got some courage to go a little crazy.

Jill Aho

Freshman

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