Unfortunately, I can't say many of them remember me (then again, maybe that's a good thing, since not everyone ages with equal grace). But that's the nature of a crush, isn't it? Lonely admiration granted from afar fights for air time with the urge to make contact, to hurry things along, even if you know the outcome is destined to be terminal. So many reasons why it can't happen war with the heart-felt desire to make it so, damn the consequences. Or maybe he's just not that into you, and you should knock it off already and stop obsessing.
So, yeah. Guess that's why I write teen fiction--the angst never truly goes away, no matter how many years it's been. Because it's impossible to forget those feelings. Especially when they come knocking afresh.