Maybe, just maybe.

Tonight I was in the library, having no social life and studying (thank you finals), when I felt someone grab my shoulder. Pulling out my headphones and turning around, I recognized an old friend from the past who immediately put a grin on my face.
"JAMES!" I shouted, in the loudest acceptable whisper for the periodicals section of the library, and slapped a high five with him. "How's it going?!"
He grinned back and we exchanged pleasantries for a minute before he admitted that he couldn't find his roommates and asked if he could join me at my table since I was alone (like I said, no social life.) I agreed and he pulled out the chair next to me.
Now this story doesn't seem to be very relevant, unless you know that James is the boy I had an unbelievably huge crush on for an embarrassing number of years growing up.It was the kind of puppy love that had me drawing his name with little hearts around it in my notebook in high school.The kind of adoration that made me go speechless and shy when I was around him. The kind of thing that's a little humiliating to all live up to now.
After his mission I knew he'd come to BYU and despite being much older I though I still fostered just a little of that affection for him. Yet we sat two feet apart in the library for two hours tonight, talking and laughing occasionally at old jokes or funny YouTube videos while we took a study break; I remembered how much fun he is, but didn't get any of the old mushy feelings I had been expecting. He's still attractive and easy to talk to, just like I remember, but I can have a conversation with him now that doesn't consist of me trying to impress him and giggling hopelessly. It was enormously refreshing. 
When he finally packed up his Macbook, smilingly said good-night and walked away tonight, I knew I was a changed girl. The boy I was once hopelessly in "like" with is now just an old friend from back home; more than almost anything else that has happened lately, including the second job, tonight showed me just how far I've come in my life. It probably doesn't seem like that big of a deal at all to anyone, nor should it; this is one of those thing's that's extremely personal.
It showed me that maybe, just  maybe, I'm starting to grow up.