315. Dad Crush May 2026

The crush faded, as crushes do. By seventeen, I was annoyed by his dad jokes. By eighteen, I was embarrassed by his old sneakers. By twenty, I was gone to college, calling home once a week, keeping him on speaker while I scrolled my phone.

He had softer hands now. More gray. Slower to get up from the floor after playing with the dog. 315. Dad Crush

And I thought: Oh. There it is. Entry #315. The crush faded, as crushes do