

Everyone remembers their first, real celebrity crush. You can’t deny it.
For me, it was Jeremy Sumpter.
Even writing his name still brings a smile to my face. He was an actor, the star of the 2003 remake of Peter Pan, and when I was 12, he was my everything.
I had posters of him. I wrote diary entries about him. I wrote letters TO him. I was enraptured, enamoured and in love.
And then a few years later, I saw him in a TV show as an adult, and my inner 12 year old was completely devastated.
He wasn’t bad, he was just different.
In a bad way.
