He was a good guy, somewhat dorky and awkward, but nice and cared. Then he asked if I liked him and would want to be his girlfriend.
Knew him from track for two years now. He was fun to be around; I thought I liked him, or at least would so even more once we were together more often. I didn't understand it doesn't work that way.
I liked him, but the spark never ignited, for me. At first I did not give to affection for fear I would not stop before I was all in, but then the dream happened and I knew it had to end. Yes, it was a sex dream, or rather nightmare. Whatever you call it, I didn't like it. Not how it should be with someone. I knew that much. So I cut him loose and we went our separate ways.
I don't even know why I agreed to date him. I didn't even want to kiss him, like I distinctly remember not wanting to kiss him by the end especially. Maybe because thats what you do, as a girl, you start to date guys, but that just didn't feel right. Meanwhile, I had a draw to one of my friends at my school. She was beautiful and we were friends. I wondered again if I actually liked her.
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