KIownz
10-30-2015, 11:38 PM
So, while I’m writing this for of you to enjoy reading, there are few things I want you to keep in mind;
1. This story is based off of a true one. Part of this story had already happened, but of course this wouldn’t be fiction without there being something. The second half of this story hasn’t happened, but you have no idea how much I want it to.
2. English isn’t exactly my best subject. While I don’t want to be one of those people who write out a sentence perfectly then say “sorry for bad English”, I just want you to keep in mind if I make an error here or there, I’m only human.
3. This story is here for my own future reference (this will become more clear towards the end of the story), and for anybody reading, I’d appreciate some assistance if there is anything you can come up with.
With all this in mind, I guess let’s get started!
High school was never anything special for me. A lot of people from my elementary school transferred to the same high school as I did, but I never really stayed close with many of them. I made new friends and grade 9 was one of the most fun years of school I’ve even experienced. One friend who I’ve come to be very close with, for the purpose of this story let’s call him William (or Will, for short), was and still is my best friend. He’s above average in height, Asian, pretty smart (although he doesn’t think so as he sets high expectations for himself), and is an overall nice guy. He’s also homosexual – just a fun fact as he used to have a crush on me (heheh).
When grade 10 came along I wasn’t expecting much out of it. But then I met her. Let’s call her Hanna. Hanna was perfect; beautiful, cute, smart, funny, good sense of humor, smelled good (I’m not a creep, I’ve hugged her before), blonde and she had glasses (just a few personal preferences), and the list goes on – everything you’d ever want in a girl. Best of all, talking to her was a piece of cake! There was never any awkward silences or moments where I felt like I had to say something or else she would get bored. As you can probably tell, I ended up gaining feelings for this girl.
Only about a month had gone by since I started liking her. Her friends started telling me she was crushing on me as well. Naturally, I asked her out – and she said yes. The relationship was great; slow, but great. Talking to her wasn’t any harder, plus I got to hug her now and I even held her hand a little bit. Unfortunately, after just under a month she broke up with me – she told me she wasn’t ready for a relationship, despite the fact that she accepted and kept it up for over 3 weeks anyways.
A few weeks had passed since that point. We didn’t really take the bus to school together anymore, and sat at lunch together occasionally, but on the bright side we rode home on the bus together. If it wasn’t obvious yet, my feelings for her never really went away – only gotten stronger. I wouldn’t really say I love her, since love is such a strong word, but I can’t deny that I definitely feel that way at times.
It is currently just over half a year after she had dumped me. We are closer now than we’ve ever been – some people even say we should get together (yay). I’ve stayed single the entire time after our relationship. Her, not so much. While she’s currently single, she did have a boyfriend. I was there when she told me she had finally kissed him, seeing her face light up with joy. Although I was smiling at the time and happy for her, I felt broken inside. When he broke up with her, I felt bad but couldn’t stop my own selfish feelings from making me feel great inside. She insisted for me to come over since she was sad and ended up crying on my shoulder for a whole hour.
I really want to ask this girl out, tell her how I really feel, tell her I love her…But the thing is, I’m scared. We’ve been through this before and it only ended with me being sad, and I don’t want to make this mistake again – although Will tells me it’s worth a shot if I really do feel that strongly about her.
If you haven’t understood as to why I’m posting this story here for my own future reference – it’s so I can send a link to Hanna when the time is right. Tell her something like “what a poor guy lmao” and wait for her to understand. I know, I’m not really creative, but hey, it’s the best I can do. Chances are this isn’t going to go as I planned, in fact, over half of this story could be predicted wrong anyways, or maybe not at all, but like Will says – it’s worth a shot!
1. This story is based off of a true one. Part of this story had already happened, but of course this wouldn’t be fiction without there being something. The second half of this story hasn’t happened, but you have no idea how much I want it to.
2. English isn’t exactly my best subject. While I don’t want to be one of those people who write out a sentence perfectly then say “sorry for bad English”, I just want you to keep in mind if I make an error here or there, I’m only human.
3. This story is here for my own future reference (this will become more clear towards the end of the story), and for anybody reading, I’d appreciate some assistance if there is anything you can come up with.
With all this in mind, I guess let’s get started!
High school was never anything special for me. A lot of people from my elementary school transferred to the same high school as I did, but I never really stayed close with many of them. I made new friends and grade 9 was one of the most fun years of school I’ve even experienced. One friend who I’ve come to be very close with, for the purpose of this story let’s call him William (or Will, for short), was and still is my best friend. He’s above average in height, Asian, pretty smart (although he doesn’t think so as he sets high expectations for himself), and is an overall nice guy. He’s also homosexual – just a fun fact as he used to have a crush on me (heheh).
When grade 10 came along I wasn’t expecting much out of it. But then I met her. Let’s call her Hanna. Hanna was perfect; beautiful, cute, smart, funny, good sense of humor, smelled good (I’m not a creep, I’ve hugged her before), blonde and she had glasses (just a few personal preferences), and the list goes on – everything you’d ever want in a girl. Best of all, talking to her was a piece of cake! There was never any awkward silences or moments where I felt like I had to say something or else she would get bored. As you can probably tell, I ended up gaining feelings for this girl.
Only about a month had gone by since I started liking her. Her friends started telling me she was crushing on me as well. Naturally, I asked her out – and she said yes. The relationship was great; slow, but great. Talking to her wasn’t any harder, plus I got to hug her now and I even held her hand a little bit. Unfortunately, after just under a month she broke up with me – she told me she wasn’t ready for a relationship, despite the fact that she accepted and kept it up for over 3 weeks anyways.
A few weeks had passed since that point. We didn’t really take the bus to school together anymore, and sat at lunch together occasionally, but on the bright side we rode home on the bus together. If it wasn’t obvious yet, my feelings for her never really went away – only gotten stronger. I wouldn’t really say I love her, since love is such a strong word, but I can’t deny that I definitely feel that way at times.
It is currently just over half a year after she had dumped me. We are closer now than we’ve ever been – some people even say we should get together (yay). I’ve stayed single the entire time after our relationship. Her, not so much. While she’s currently single, she did have a boyfriend. I was there when she told me she had finally kissed him, seeing her face light up with joy. Although I was smiling at the time and happy for her, I felt broken inside. When he broke up with her, I felt bad but couldn’t stop my own selfish feelings from making me feel great inside. She insisted for me to come over since she was sad and ended up crying on my shoulder for a whole hour.
I really want to ask this girl out, tell her how I really feel, tell her I love her…But the thing is, I’m scared. We’ve been through this before and it only ended with me being sad, and I don’t want to make this mistake again – although Will tells me it’s worth a shot if I really do feel that strongly about her.
If you haven’t understood as to why I’m posting this story here for my own future reference – it’s so I can send a link to Hanna when the time is right. Tell her something like “what a poor guy lmao” and wait for her to understand. I know, I’m not really creative, but hey, it’s the best I can do. Chances are this isn’t going to go as I planned, in fact, over half of this story could be predicted wrong anyways, or maybe not at all, but like Will says – it’s worth a shot!