markram
10-13-2014, 03:24 AM
This is a true story of how I met my special girl.
I am not going to use her real name, instead I will use Lily.
It all began in Grade 8. I gradated from my private elementary school and went on to attend a public high school. The change in atmosphere, lower standards, semester system, and teenage mentality was a great shock to me, but after a few months I was able to cope with my situation. I had never been surrounded by so many students before. In my elementary school, each grade had an average of 12 students. Now compare that to my new high school where each class had 30 students and my grade had 180 students in total. Now that also made me amazed at how many girls there were. I kind of liked a girl here and there but those were short term crushes, and none did I like as much as “The One."
It was on Valentine's Day when I first became aware of her existence. Every year just before Valentine's Day, our school hands out Scantron (if you don't know what that is, just search it up) cards which each student fills out for Matchmaking. It has random questions about our opinions on what kind of person we like and other questions. They would be collected and scanned, and the more questions you answered the same as someone else of the opposite sex, the more “compatible" you were. On Valentine's Day, the Matchmaker results could be collected. I was well aware that it was clearly not an accurate matchmaker to go by, but that was how I first found about Lily. She was the second most compatible girl on my list. I had never met her before, neither did I have any classes with her, but her name just stuck in my mind like epoxy.
Throughout the year as I walked through the halls to my next classes, I saw this girl who I didn't have classes with but she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. The more I saw her, the more I thought, “She looks like her name is Lily." As illogical as that thinking seems, it turned out I was right, it was Lily. I didn't have the guts to talk to her because I am always nervous to talk to girls I like. I was always daydreaming about her for the next three years. During those three years, I didn't have a single class with her so I started to think that I wouldn't be able to get anywhere with it.
I started to like a different girl. This time it was my elementary school crush. To this day I still think I was completely out of my mind to do what I did. Even though we went to different high schools, I maintained a constant conversation with her on Facebook. I ended up telling her on a Facebook message that I still liked her even though we hadn't seen each other for three years. At first she thought it was a joke, but when she realized I was telling the truth, she told me she never liked me in that sense before. I felt awful because my first shot at love was “shot down."
I know that what I did was extremely foolish but it ended up starting a spiral of downfall. Everyday for four months, I woke up feeling like crap. I didn't see any future or have any hope in myself. I ended up having depression, but I didn't tell anyone. I thought I would be able to deal with it myself, and everyone knows that's an extremely bad idea. I had become two completely different persons. I hid my feelings and emotions when I was around my family and friends, but when I was alone I was so sad all the time. The stresses of being a Grade 11 made the spiral go down even more. I always felt as if I couldn't meet anyone's standards and that I failed them. My depression got to a point where I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted to end the pain and suffering. I started to imagine ways I would die and imagined what my funeral would be like. The only thing that held me back was that I was scared of pain and I didn't want my family to be distressed.
Then one something amazing happened which changed me forever. My martial arts coach told our class we were going to do a performance at a mall. So we all prepared for a couple weeks and on the performance day, we all went to get warmed up at the mall. We found am empty wide open space at the bottom of a four level spiral staircase leading to the parkade levels which was around 40 feet across. Halfway through warming up, I looked up for no particular reason, and what I saw was unbelievable. Lily was a few floors up looking down, and there was a moment where it felt like a long time where we were just standing there staring at each other. She quickly left to catch up with her father. Suddenly I remembered all the feelings I had for her in the past and immediately started liking her again. I thought that incident was not a just a coincidence. What were the odds we would be in the same place, that I almost never go to, at the same time, and I looked up right when she was looking at me? This was meant to happen, we were meant to be. I started to daydream about her again and she often appeared in my dreams. I also noticed that I was beginning to be less depressed. My feelings for her increased dramatically in a very short period of time. I would purposely come up with an excuse to go to my locker because I would pass by her's along the way and I could take another look at her beautiful face.
My emotions got to a point where I didn't know how to handle it. My friend said to me, “Clearly you have feelings for her, but if you just leave this it will only bug you more and more." So what did I do? I decided to do something about it. Valentine's Day was approaching and it would be a perfect time. I went to her Ask.fm and asked her anonymously, How would you react to a half dozen roses for Valentines Day? Her reply was, Haha that would never happen! I was so excited because I could really surprise her. The day before Valentines, I went to buy a half-dozen red roses, but when I arrived at the store, I came to the realization that roses weren't cheap. One half-dozen roses cost $26. I only had $20, and I couldn't find any red roses by themselves. So I had to resort to some cheaper blue roses because they were for sale as singles. Just after I bought three, the cashier said, "You know blue roses are for girls to give to guys?" I felt so embarrassed and stupid, but i decided to stick with it. Afterschool, I realized I still needed three more roses to make the “question" come true. So I quickly rushed back and just by luck, a fresh batch of sets of three red roses were being sold. I quickly bought one and rushed back to the school to put in my locker along with the other blue roses. On the way back I thought of a poem I should attach:
"Roses are red,
Apparently some are blue.
I don't really care,
I really like you."
I wrote this on a pink card in the most perfect cursive writing. I was too nervous to hand it to her face-to-face, so didn't write my name, just “Guess who!" At 7:15 on Valentines Day morning, I went to school and put all the roses in a bouquet.
I attached the card and bouquet on Lily's locker. I waited with my friends in the nearby lounge waiting for her to come to her locker. Half an hour later, the school was a lot busier and there she came. My friend signalled me and we walked through the hallway acting like we didn't know anything about it. The look on her face is one I will never forget: a combination of confusion, suprise, and happiness. That one look at her face literally cured my depression. I felt so accomplished and happy, because I finally felt that I made someone else happy for something I did. After the warning bell went for first block, I walked past her again in the hallway and she was with one of her friends, and all I heard was "Aww! That's so cute!" My friend had first block with her and sits next to her. He told me she was very happy and curious about who did it. At around 3:50 pm, I received a message on facebook. It was Lily, and she said, “Hey Mark! I just wanted to thank you for the roses! They're lovely!". Now it was my turn to be confused, “How did she find out??" I asked her how she found out and she told me she guessed it out of my friends. I wasn't upset because it didn't affect anything negatively. She asked a lot of questions like, “That's so sweet! But why me??" Then I explained everything to her, and she sounded quite surprised with my responses. After, she replied, “Mark, I know that it must have taken a lot of guts to do this, but I'm not looking to be in a relationship right now. I'm very sorry, but I'd love to be your friend though :)". Even though it was basically a rejection, I didn't see it that way, but rather as a new beginning and a new chapter.
And that was how it all began.
I learned a lot through this especially learning about my try self. I learned that I couldn't take on depression or stress myself, I need help from others. I learned about what I looked for in girls. Honestly, I don't treat a girl's body as a primary factor of whether I like her or not, but rather as a bonus. What I look for in girls is an honest, kind-hearted, and wonderful personality and Lily had all of it.
I hope everyone is able to have their own unique story of how they met the one.
I am not going to use her real name, instead I will use Lily.
It all began in Grade 8. I gradated from my private elementary school and went on to attend a public high school. The change in atmosphere, lower standards, semester system, and teenage mentality was a great shock to me, but after a few months I was able to cope with my situation. I had never been surrounded by so many students before. In my elementary school, each grade had an average of 12 students. Now compare that to my new high school where each class had 30 students and my grade had 180 students in total. Now that also made me amazed at how many girls there were. I kind of liked a girl here and there but those were short term crushes, and none did I like as much as “The One."
It was on Valentine's Day when I first became aware of her existence. Every year just before Valentine's Day, our school hands out Scantron (if you don't know what that is, just search it up) cards which each student fills out for Matchmaking. It has random questions about our opinions on what kind of person we like and other questions. They would be collected and scanned, and the more questions you answered the same as someone else of the opposite sex, the more “compatible" you were. On Valentine's Day, the Matchmaker results could be collected. I was well aware that it was clearly not an accurate matchmaker to go by, but that was how I first found about Lily. She was the second most compatible girl on my list. I had never met her before, neither did I have any classes with her, but her name just stuck in my mind like epoxy.
Throughout the year as I walked through the halls to my next classes, I saw this girl who I didn't have classes with but she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. The more I saw her, the more I thought, “She looks like her name is Lily." As illogical as that thinking seems, it turned out I was right, it was Lily. I didn't have the guts to talk to her because I am always nervous to talk to girls I like. I was always daydreaming about her for the next three years. During those three years, I didn't have a single class with her so I started to think that I wouldn't be able to get anywhere with it.
I started to like a different girl. This time it was my elementary school crush. To this day I still think I was completely out of my mind to do what I did. Even though we went to different high schools, I maintained a constant conversation with her on Facebook. I ended up telling her on a Facebook message that I still liked her even though we hadn't seen each other for three years. At first she thought it was a joke, but when she realized I was telling the truth, she told me she never liked me in that sense before. I felt awful because my first shot at love was “shot down."
I know that what I did was extremely foolish but it ended up starting a spiral of downfall. Everyday for four months, I woke up feeling like crap. I didn't see any future or have any hope in myself. I ended up having depression, but I didn't tell anyone. I thought I would be able to deal with it myself, and everyone knows that's an extremely bad idea. I had become two completely different persons. I hid my feelings and emotions when I was around my family and friends, but when I was alone I was so sad all the time. The stresses of being a Grade 11 made the spiral go down even more. I always felt as if I couldn't meet anyone's standards and that I failed them. My depression got to a point where I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted to end the pain and suffering. I started to imagine ways I would die and imagined what my funeral would be like. The only thing that held me back was that I was scared of pain and I didn't want my family to be distressed.
Then one something amazing happened which changed me forever. My martial arts coach told our class we were going to do a performance at a mall. So we all prepared for a couple weeks and on the performance day, we all went to get warmed up at the mall. We found am empty wide open space at the bottom of a four level spiral staircase leading to the parkade levels which was around 40 feet across. Halfway through warming up, I looked up for no particular reason, and what I saw was unbelievable. Lily was a few floors up looking down, and there was a moment where it felt like a long time where we were just standing there staring at each other. She quickly left to catch up with her father. Suddenly I remembered all the feelings I had for her in the past and immediately started liking her again. I thought that incident was not a just a coincidence. What were the odds we would be in the same place, that I almost never go to, at the same time, and I looked up right when she was looking at me? This was meant to happen, we were meant to be. I started to daydream about her again and she often appeared in my dreams. I also noticed that I was beginning to be less depressed. My feelings for her increased dramatically in a very short period of time. I would purposely come up with an excuse to go to my locker because I would pass by her's along the way and I could take another look at her beautiful face.
My emotions got to a point where I didn't know how to handle it. My friend said to me, “Clearly you have feelings for her, but if you just leave this it will only bug you more and more." So what did I do? I decided to do something about it. Valentine's Day was approaching and it would be a perfect time. I went to her Ask.fm and asked her anonymously, How would you react to a half dozen roses for Valentines Day? Her reply was, Haha that would never happen! I was so excited because I could really surprise her. The day before Valentines, I went to buy a half-dozen red roses, but when I arrived at the store, I came to the realization that roses weren't cheap. One half-dozen roses cost $26. I only had $20, and I couldn't find any red roses by themselves. So I had to resort to some cheaper blue roses because they were for sale as singles. Just after I bought three, the cashier said, "You know blue roses are for girls to give to guys?" I felt so embarrassed and stupid, but i decided to stick with it. Afterschool, I realized I still needed three more roses to make the “question" come true. So I quickly rushed back and just by luck, a fresh batch of sets of three red roses were being sold. I quickly bought one and rushed back to the school to put in my locker along with the other blue roses. On the way back I thought of a poem I should attach:
"Roses are red,
Apparently some are blue.
I don't really care,
I really like you."
I wrote this on a pink card in the most perfect cursive writing. I was too nervous to hand it to her face-to-face, so didn't write my name, just “Guess who!" At 7:15 on Valentines Day morning, I went to school and put all the roses in a bouquet.
I attached the card and bouquet on Lily's locker. I waited with my friends in the nearby lounge waiting for her to come to her locker. Half an hour later, the school was a lot busier and there she came. My friend signalled me and we walked through the hallway acting like we didn't know anything about it. The look on her face is one I will never forget: a combination of confusion, suprise, and happiness. That one look at her face literally cured my depression. I felt so accomplished and happy, because I finally felt that I made someone else happy for something I did. After the warning bell went for first block, I walked past her again in the hallway and she was with one of her friends, and all I heard was "Aww! That's so cute!" My friend had first block with her and sits next to her. He told me she was very happy and curious about who did it. At around 3:50 pm, I received a message on facebook. It was Lily, and she said, “Hey Mark! I just wanted to thank you for the roses! They're lovely!". Now it was my turn to be confused, “How did she find out??" I asked her how she found out and she told me she guessed it out of my friends. I wasn't upset because it didn't affect anything negatively. She asked a lot of questions like, “That's so sweet! But why me??" Then I explained everything to her, and she sounded quite surprised with my responses. After, she replied, “Mark, I know that it must have taken a lot of guts to do this, but I'm not looking to be in a relationship right now. I'm very sorry, but I'd love to be your friend though :)". Even though it was basically a rejection, I didn't see it that way, but rather as a new beginning and a new chapter.
And that was how it all began.
I learned a lot through this especially learning about my try self. I learned that I couldn't take on depression or stress myself, I need help from others. I learned about what I looked for in girls. Honestly, I don't treat a girl's body as a primary factor of whether I like her or not, but rather as a bonus. What I look for in girls is an honest, kind-hearted, and wonderful personality and Lily had all of it.
I hope everyone is able to have their own unique story of how they met the one.