Smitten.

Hopeless Crush.
I had one, when I was too young.
 Maybe an early teenager.
Unaware about the various facades of life. Love. Likes.
It was a long unyielding like.
 That ended in disguise.
With me hovering all over.
While he being too carefree to pay any heed.
Nonetheless. It didn't cease there itself.
I had another one.
In the second half of my life.
 I was audacious again.
For the second time.
To express my feelings.
He wasn't the tall, dark, handsome kind.
 But his intelligence swept the floor beneath my feet, that very  moment when I saw him.
 I was smitten. Totally, fully, completely.
Then again. My hope was crushed.
That hope which I had strangled to death in the first half.
That hope which wasn't born and would never breathe.
 That hopeless hope
That faint flickering emotion that never could have found life.
Died before it was born.
And there again, second half was the repetition of the commencing half.
Just With the male protagonist changed.