Is Like

Having a crush is like having a plant growing around my internal organs, its roots digging into my guts, its leaves peeking out from my ribcage.  Having a crush is like giving this plant the light it needs; it responds hungrily, turning itself towards the object of my affections. Except it moves much faster than plants actually move, more like a time-lapse video of a plant moving, full of starts and stops, graceless and rushed. Having a crush means always feeling graceless and rushed.