By Paige Sullivan* *Paige is both today's guest blogger and an over-caffeinated, questioning-her-life-choices Atlanta, GA resident. Additionally, she is a poetry graduate student and a composition instructor (Remember when you took English 101? She's the one that teaches it now). She writes on and off at her personal blog, and her poetry can be found in The Red Clay Review, Naugatuck River Review, Stone Highway Review, and others. If you are interested in guest blogging for ATOB, contact us at AsToldOverBrunch@gmail.com.

Imagine that you’ve liked this guy for nine years. That’s right: Nine years.

Imagine after that one year of high school when you guys overlapped, something finally comes of that freshman year crush. You finish high school, get through college, have a few boyfriends, experience some heartbreak, start grad school, and finish the first year of your MFA like it’s a painful cartwheel. You’ve been patient.

Imagine High School Crush comes out of the woodwork, moves back to Georgia, and suddenly wants to meet up for dinner. Imagine you two hit it off perfectly, fall in love, and make plans to do it RIGHT. I’m talking living together, a six year plan, hopes to one day move to Europe. I’m talking love like you always hoped for.