One day during my summer holiday, I was clearing out my high school bookcase. A pink piece of paper fell out as I pulled out my English textbook. As soon as I saw that piece of paper, I immediately recognized it. It was the love letter that I wrote for my crush in my freshman year. At once, a feeling of regret instantly overwhelmed me, and my memory flashed back to my freshman year…If I had one more chance, if my high school life could restart, I would certainly give that letter to her. Yet, I chose not to confess my love and admiration and not to ask her to be my girlfriend because I was afraid of the consequences of her rejecting me, that is, losing my best friend and being mocked at by my peers.
May 20th, 2014, in my classroom, in the beginning of an English class, my favorite English teacher was about to explain the new vocabulary from the textbook. The chalkboard was full of “Greek”, as my deskmate described the vocabulary written on board. Yet, for me, those were just easy. Each English class, I dominated, answering every single challenging question. As my English teacher started, she pointed at the first word, and pronounced, “H-E-S-I-T-A-N-T, hesitant.” After pausing for a second, she continued, “Does anyone know what it means?” As usual, silence immediately sucked the …show more content…
What if she says “no”? Or what if she just wanted me to be her best friend? Or what if she never felt that desire or love as I did? Then, giving that letter and confessing my love would only worsen our relationship because it would only embarrass us if she rejected me. And that very embarrassment might keep her distant from me. I was afraid that her rejection would eternally separate us. And we might not hang out together like before. And we might not laugh and have fun together. I was afraid that I might lose her, the only soul mate who understood me the best. This is the consequence that certainly cannot afford to
May 20th, 2014, in my classroom, in the beginning of an English class, my favorite English teacher was about to explain the new vocabulary from the textbook. The chalkboard was full of “Greek”, as my deskmate described the vocabulary written on board. Yet, for me, those were just easy. Each English class, I dominated, answering every single challenging question. As my English teacher started, she pointed at the first word, and pronounced, “H-E-S-I-T-A-N-T, hesitant.” After pausing for a second, she continued, “Does anyone know what it means?” As usual, silence immediately sucked the …show more content…
What if she says “no”? Or what if she just wanted me to be her best friend? Or what if she never felt that desire or love as I did? Then, giving that letter and confessing my love would only worsen our relationship because it would only embarrass us if she rejected me. And that very embarrassment might keep her distant from me. I was afraid that her rejection would eternally separate us. And we might not hang out together like before. And we might not laugh and have fun together. I was afraid that I might lose her, the only soul mate who understood me the best. This is the consequence that certainly cannot afford to