I don't think it counts as a crush if he feels the same way!
I think I had various slight attachments to classmates, who mostly didn't know I existed, but the first major crush was in Grade 10, when I was about 13-14, and it continued through high school.
Joe was cute, witty, a musician and school-show actor. He did know I existed; we were friends, and talked and teased in a juvenile way. I stalked him a little; his house was near my granny's where I spent a lot of weekend time. We hung out with the same crowd, theatre geeks, s-f readers, oddballs. Nothing ever happened between us, although I do believe there was a quick peck on the cheek after we'd been to the Fair together.
Years later, I discovered a novel (s-f, of course) by a new author, with his name, and a bio that seemed to fit him, so I wrote to the author through the publisher. It was really him, and he wrote me a many-page letter back. In it, he reminisced about the bad old days of high school, some flattering and personal memories he had of me (he remembered my "porcelain skin", which my mother always just called "pale"), and informed me that he was, and always had been, gay. The pieces all fit together then, and I could see with hindsight the clues that I had been so clueless about, back in the early 1960s.
That was my first significant crush, but not my last!
