Chilly high school
Sophomore year
2013
Willow
You were my first crush ever. No, scratch that, my first crush ever since when I cannot remember. All I knew that the sudden realization hit me like a brick wall - and it was a bit stupid too.
The blooming affection I held for you, unexpectedly, did not disrupt my routine like I thought it would. But it did leave me wonder what would have happen if I was better. A bit smarter. A bit more beautiful. A bit more approachable or social. A bit cuter. But I was none of that. Never was and never will be.
I was thankful that you did not push me away. But I find this affection in me that had once bloomed fascinating. That is, it's fascinating how much a crush can crush your identity temporarily.
I knew I would never be her and never could. It's fine since I adore her as much as a close friend would. I don't regret of ever confessing to you, though. It was a silly yet pretty memory. I only seldomly ask myself: why did I ever confess to you?
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When that someone isn't me
Short StoryAn accumulation of short stories that center about one common theme: "When that someone isn't me." Since this is my first published work, please excuse me for my sorry sense of English! English isn't my parent language, so grammar mistakes and confu...
