That day in history, the day we connected, you, with your acne prone face and soft flaxen hair, me, with my frizzy brown curls and wire rimmed glasses. I didn’t know then, that in just a few years, you’d be my savior, my lover, my tormentor, my teacher.
I knew it was impossible; that your loud, obnoxious self could ever want me, an annoying, yet shy girl. But, I still found you impossible to resist. Back then, I only wanted you to be happy. For her, my friend, to be happy. Even if it killed me inside, even if it threw me into a jealous rage; pulling her hair, throwing her out of her seat, yet still managing to laugh it off and apologize.
She told me about you. How her last boyfriend was a better kisser, how you had an adorable brother, how …show more content…
The games I played, texting you, hoping for an answer. Eventually, I got lonely. I dated the first guy who seemed to want me. He never truly wanted me though. Only my body. Once together, we forgot how we had once joked and laughed. I guess I used him in the same way. I only wanted a body to warm me, to kiss me, to tell me those three words, to make me feel worth something. When it finally ended, nine months later, I realized it had all been a sham. I was still caught up with you, and him with a girl I had helplessly watched him fall for. Though I had few real feelings for him, that final act cracked me.
We hadn’t spoken since the previous year. But I needed someone. I dont know why I chose you, but I did. Meanwhile, I helped you get with another girl, a girl you said you had liked for a few years, a girl that looked a lot like me. I knew that wouldn 't last either. She was so expressive and you were so closed off. Once it ended, me with him and you with her, I finally felt that we maybe had a chance, a chance at a real friendship. You had helped me heal, told me he’s an idiot to give me up, that anyone would be lucky to have me, made me feel …show more content…
I didn’t get many good shots as I was still new to the world of DSLR cameras, but you were there and that was all that mattered to me.
After the game, you walked me part-way home. You stopped me in a small grove of trees, just off of the path. You hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to date?” I had almost missed it. I said “yes,” then asked if you were asking me. You looked at me in disbelief and almost walked off. You hadn’t said, “Do you want to be my girlfriend,” so I had to make sure. We kissed again and you walked me about halfway home before turning around to go to your own home.
We hugged and parted. I wasn’t happy like I thought I’d be. I felt, well, I felt normal. I had felt like we had been dating for months already instead of just a few minutes. So I felt no big shift in our relationship like I did when we confessed our previous feelings for eachother. Nevertheless, I quickly texted a few friends who knew how we felt. They were happy for me, even if they didn’t like his assholery. I wanted you and you wanted me. That’s all that
I knew it was impossible; that your loud, obnoxious self could ever want me, an annoying, yet shy girl. But, I still found you impossible to resist. Back then, I only wanted you to be happy. For her, my friend, to be happy. Even if it killed me inside, even if it threw me into a jealous rage; pulling her hair, throwing her out of her seat, yet still managing to laugh it off and apologize.
She told me about you. How her last boyfriend was a better kisser, how you had an adorable brother, how …show more content…
The games I played, texting you, hoping for an answer. Eventually, I got lonely. I dated the first guy who seemed to want me. He never truly wanted me though. Only my body. Once together, we forgot how we had once joked and laughed. I guess I used him in the same way. I only wanted a body to warm me, to kiss me, to tell me those three words, to make me feel worth something. When it finally ended, nine months later, I realized it had all been a sham. I was still caught up with you, and him with a girl I had helplessly watched him fall for. Though I had few real feelings for him, that final act cracked me.
We hadn’t spoken since the previous year. But I needed someone. I dont know why I chose you, but I did. Meanwhile, I helped you get with another girl, a girl you said you had liked for a few years, a girl that looked a lot like me. I knew that wouldn 't last either. She was so expressive and you were so closed off. Once it ended, me with him and you with her, I finally felt that we maybe had a chance, a chance at a real friendship. You had helped me heal, told me he’s an idiot to give me up, that anyone would be lucky to have me, made me feel …show more content…
I didn’t get many good shots as I was still new to the world of DSLR cameras, but you were there and that was all that mattered to me.
After the game, you walked me part-way home. You stopped me in a small grove of trees, just off of the path. You hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to date?” I had almost missed it. I said “yes,” then asked if you were asking me. You looked at me in disbelief and almost walked off. You hadn’t said, “Do you want to be my girlfriend,” so I had to make sure. We kissed again and you walked me about halfway home before turning around to go to your own home.
We hugged and parted. I wasn’t happy like I thought I’d be. I felt, well, I felt normal. I had felt like we had been dating for months already instead of just a few minutes. So I felt no big shift in our relationship like I did when we confessed our previous feelings for eachother. Nevertheless, I quickly texted a few friends who knew how we felt. They were happy for me, even if they didn’t like his assholery. I wanted you and you wanted me. That’s all that