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01/19/09(Mon)07:28:02 No.2825358This is my failed love story.
In
the first day of my highschool life, I was seated beside a girl named
Jhozelle. She was nice, and we had so much in common and so much to
talk about (favorite anime, favorite band, showing each other scars and
telling stories behind it, etc.) She was just awesome and we were so
close I never talked to almost anyone else in my class. We would
position our seating together in the our monthly Friday mass (it was a
catholic school) so we could hold hands in the Lord's Prayer.
But
the thing is, I have the hots for many girls in my class. Girls hotter
than her. I would tell her these feelings I have for them and she would
listen. I noticed every time I talk about other girls, she would have
this blank and far off look in her eyes, as if she is sad about
something. We just kept getting closer and somewhere in my heart I know
I like her, but I wouldn't register it. It wasn't that she looks bad.
She was skinny, a bit above average look, and wears a long, beautiful
ponytail. Her hair was so long it was up to her ass and I absolutely
loved it. But still, I was more attracted sexually to the other girls
in my class.
In our field trip, all day, it was like she wants
to tell me something, and I know what it is. She wants to confess. And
I was scared. I kept avoiding her for most part of the trip, and if she
wants to talk to me alone, I run away, saying I'm gonna buy juice or
something. This part, I found out later, was the biggest mistake of my
life.
to be continued... |