I have liked the same guy since fourth grade. That is a long time seeing as I’m now going into seventh. If your looking for a young love story with a lot of ups and downs, this one is for you. But I must warn you, its a story that takes place over the span of three, almost four years; it might take awhile.

It all started in fourth grade. I have never been into sports but imagine my surprise when a cute, funny, and outgoing BOY helped me figure the game out. Four-Square was the game of the year. He’d start to get me out when I got better, but before that, he got me to square two and helped me stay there, and I’d help him stay in square one. Then when four-square got banned for being too competitive, another boy in my class suggested we play a game he made up, soon after known as Wall Ball. He did the say thing for me there too. The first time it dawned on me that I might actually like this boy was when someone yelled something while we were playing the game. The boy and I were playing against each other and since we are a competitive class, we don’t like long games. Unlike him, I was actually trying, but no matter what I did I couldn’t get him out. I loved watching the faces of the boys when I beet the person who was the best at it, my best friend, that was a boy. He didn’t even have to try, he was winning. But the boys were getting antsy. The next one in line yelled,” Can someone please just get out already. Or are the lovebirds to in love to get each other out.” And even then, when I didn’t like him back, he was still protective of me. He quickly got me out while I was still processing the information. The boy who yelled that out took his turn to emidiatly find himself humiliated at how fast he got out. That was the last thing I saw before I ran off to tell my friends. It was that day when I realized that I liked him.

The nest year, of course, I had still liked him. Though now I wanted him to like me back. So naturally I took the teasing approach at first. And that’s the only approach I took for awhile. My crush plays guitar and loves the 80’s rock style. Mainly that being the hair. Even though he was the most popular boy in my class, he still got made fun of. So I made fun of his hair, a jacket that matched a girls, and boots that were bedazzled. I realize these were some pretty weird things but if you like someone enough it shouldn’t matter what they look like or their fashion choices, the only thing that should matter is their personality. And it shouldn’t be up to you to change someone’s style, it is theirs to change, if they want to. The worst one that I can think of was the boots. I made fun of them, said I was sorry then did it again. I never apologized to him for that. Why I’m talking about this, you will realize later. The major thing that happened to me that year was self-rejection. I had, for whatever reason, a drop of self-worth for the last trimester for fifth grade. Why would someone like him want me? What qualities do I have that this girl over her has? None. she is more pretty, and skinny than me. And so he must like he. Not me. Right? There are so many reasons this is wrong because I was, nd am, pretty. I don’t have to be perfectly skinny to get the guy. But, of course, I didn’t realize this. So I tried for weeks to figure out a way to make myself prettier. Skinnier. Then I tried just to not like him anymore. A new kid came and I thought maybe if I like him then I won’t like this guy who doesn’t like me because I’m ugly and fat. Yes, I was in fifth grade and thinking these things. But, just as you thought, that strategy didn’t work like I wanted to. And so another year passed of me not knowing weather or not he liked me.

The beginning of sixth grade was a blur. But then the annual week long camping trip came  up. I didn’t think anything would happen, but boy was I wrong. The first day passed like a blur with the only highlight of the day being I was in a group with him. We went to the beach that night. It was sunset and I was sitting next to him. Everyone else was playing tag and building sand castles. I don’t exactly remember why we were sitting there but I’m glad I was. I had been thinking about last year and teasing him about the boots. I’d meant earlier to tell him I was sorry for teasing him, but it kept slipping my mind. I chose then to tell him. ” You know how last year I made fun of your boots,” he looked at me and without waiting for an answer, I continued on,” Well I already apologized to you about that. But then I did it again, and well I realized I hadn’t apologized for it.  Well I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry for that.” During my shaky, awkward speech, he looked down at the ground. But then I said sorry and he looked up. He smiled and looked me directly in the eyes and I smiled. We both blushed and looked down at the ground. I sat there for a minute awkwardly before I got up and ran to go tell my best friend. When I got back I talked to my older cousin and he said to tell him that I like him. So the next day I told him that. I didn’t wait for an answer. Life went by, slowly but surely. We both got invited to a boy- girl party. We played truth or dare. He and I were both asked the same question, name your crushes form kindergarten back. I did and so did he. We got to fourth grade and we both said that we have liked the same person since then. Neither of us said who. A week later I texted him and asked him who the mysterious girl was. He replied with, you never said who you liked so I’m not going to tell you. I told him that I’d liked him since fourth grade. He said he’d already known this but wanted to know for sure. He also said that he too had liked me from fourth grade.

If you made it this far then please comment 12345 and if you want a part two than also comment down below. Thank you for reading, hope it wasn’t too boring.

It’s funny how the first paragraph of this page says “the love stories from real life are often better then the ones we see on TV or in the movies.” In many ways, the way the romance developed between my fiance and I was SO TV drama-worthy.

I was 16 years old when I met Nick, just starting my final year of high school. We met online, on a dorky anime golf game, of all things. I still find it amazing the things that happened for us to meet, as if it was somehow destined. For one, we met on a ‘tournament’ style match – where up to 30 players verse each other, often quite competitively (no chatting to one another). I rarely played tournaments – I was the social type who liked to play ‘vs’ mode with only one or two players at a time. My fiance, on the other hand, enjoyed tournaments but was extremely competitive and almost always turned off the chat, especially if it was noisy. Neither of us added other players to our friends lists often, and never ones we’d met in tournament matches.

I wish I could remember the exact things we said to each other … if I could go back in time and save that log for nostalgic purposes, I definitely would. As it happened, I remember somebody in the room was talking, and I replied to it jokingly – or maybe he replied first? I’m not sure, but either way, we were messing around with each other and I remember I found him hilariously witty. He tells me that that day, he forgot about getting a high score and just enjoyed chatting with the goofball he’d just met. We added each other on the game, and several months later, on skype. (Let me repeat, this is something we really DIDN’T do).

The attraction, then, was instant. I’d found him intelligent and interesting before, sure, but I suddenly got to see more of him – he was witty, gorgeous, exciting, charismatic, flirtatious and charming in all the right ways. And such an arrogant jerk, too. He was the real-life TV trope – a jerk with a heart of gold. A walking Damon Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries (not that I’d seen that show at this point). I fell in love so fast, so hard, so uncontrollably and against my own will. There was the Pacific ocean separating us, and I was still in high school. And yet he was my first love. I’d never felt anything like it before. The butterflies everytime I saw him sign on, the sweet things he’d say that melted my heart, the things he said that crossed the psychological line and left me uncomfortable and nervous… frustrated and addicted… I felt so boring compared to him. Loving him was complicated and dramatic and powerful. I wish I kept a diary because it was the only time I ever fell in love with someone, and the way those feelings develop, how it takes control of your heart and mind, when you’re in love with someone unpredictable and wild and crazy …

And he was wild and crazy. He was a player, the kind of man women go out with hoping to ‘change’. Although I knew loving him would be the best mistake I’d ever make, I didn’t fully understand him then. I tried. As I got to know him, I realised he had had an extremely difficult childhood and life. He’d been hurt and broken by so many people. I came into his life at the time that he had given up and just wanted to die. He was dating a girl who had cheated on him, hoping that it would give him the motivation to end it all. And that’s where I came in. He tells me now that I was like a candle of brightness in his chamber of darkness, and it excited him and terrified him at the same time. He was enthralled by me, and scared of what would happen if he allowed himself to fall in love with me, or if we got together, or when I finally couldn’t put up with him any longer. He did the cliche TV trope of pushing me away so he couldn’t hurt me.

For months, and months, and months. He’d leave, and come back, push and pull. I was always there, like a lighthouse he could come back to when he needed it. I gave up the idea of being with him – I loved him so dearly, he broke my heart but he made it soar. Never had I missed someone so much or hated someone so much or cared about someone so much. I just accepted that it couldn’t work. He was a reckless, wild spirit who was admittably quite selfish, hot-tempered and often made horrible decisions blinded by strong emotions. He had a serious anger management problem – though he’d never hurt anybody, he had a tendency to break things and self-harm (actually, he had an emotion problem in general – he didn’t get sad, he got heartbreakingly depressed. He didn’t feel anger, he felt uncontrollable rage. He didn’t feel guilt, he felt utter despair and self-loathing.)

In any event, this was TV love. In the movies, the girl eventually breaks through the guy’s shell, he reforms and they get together and everything ends up happily ever after, but this was real life, over the internet and couldn’t be real…

I dated other guys for several years. He continued his toxic relationship until eventually she dumped him for somebody else, which ultimately resulted in a very serious suicide attempt on his part that thankfully failed. We’d stayed in touch during his relationship (sort of, remember the push and pull thing he was so fond of), and as much as the attraction between us was undeniable I’d told him firmly that nothing was going to seriously develop between us while he was in a relationship, no matter how insincere he may have felt towards his girlfriend or what kind of character she was. I was determined not to be any kind of ‘homewrecker’. Still, he flirted with me, but knowing the player-type he was (he flirted with everyone, men, women, himself, his food…) I never took him seriously… it would be years before I found out he truly meant it every time he asked me to marry him.

Several years later, a real-life relationship I was in for almost 2 years fizzled out. There had never been any spark in it. Actually, all the relationships I’d been in so far had no spark – I realised that I was going out with guys, desperately trying to prove to myself that despite how I felt, it was possible to fall in love again, with somebody else. But I never did. I loved my ex, but I was never IN love with him. Still, I was a mess after this breakup – it happened at a bad time in my life, and I felt so alone and in despair… I shut off the whole world, and went into a deep, dark place. I talked to Nick, and nobody else. At that point, we’d had a long time to get to know each other. He stopped doing the appearing/disappearing act a while back, and we’d become fairly close, though he never gave up the appearance of a snarky, arrogant jerk who would never be able to seriously commit to a real relationship. I felt that he had feelings for me.. he’d confided very personal things to me, but I didn’t think the feelings were really genuine or strong. Still, knowing the kind of person he was, I expected him to ‘pounce’ now that I was single again. But he surprised me. Instead of being his usual arrogant, flirtatious self possibly trying to ‘win me over’, he was extremely sensitive, caring, patient and supportive as I slowly crawled out of the deep dark hole I put myself in. And even after he was stil kind and gentle. He never made any crude jokes or attempts of persuasion… just incredibly sensitive, apologetic and kind. It shocked me. After several months, when I was relatively myself again, he confessed his love for me, that he’d always love me, that he thought I was far out of his reach and there was no way in hell I’d give him/us a chance, that as heartbroken as he would be (and was) watching me be with somebody else, he only wanted me to be happy, and that he’d always be there for me and just wanted me to know all this. And that he was deeply sorry for everything he put me through.

I had never ever expected him to sound so humble. For him to pour his heart out to me, to expect nothing in return … and I knew he wasn’t faking it either… but this was huge. I didn’t really respond immediately. I was still a little wary, but his attitude never changed. Well – not entirely true, he did get a bit flirty again but the humility was still there and I’d never seen him so … open and truthful before. Finally, I decided to give us a proper chance. I actually asked him out, and he was completely shocked…

It wasn’t an easy start – as much as we’d gotten to know each other very well, we were still discovering new things about each other, and the first six months there were some fights. But the passion… my God, to be with the one you never thought you could be with, your first love, your best friend and the man of your dreams… the spark never went away (it’s actually still there). I flew out to see him and while we were both afraid our expectations might be too high and we were setting ourselves up for a possible disappointment… he was even better in real life than I had imagined. Our fingers fit in each other’s perfectly. My head rested perfectly on his shoulder – honestly, before him, I thought that was something that only happened in movies. In real life, putting your head on a guy’s shoulder might feel nice and romantic for a couple of minutes but then your neck gets sore and you have to move. But Nick… I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder/chest. He was the perfect height, his eyes the perfect shade of piercing blue, he did everything I had ever needed … he pushed me against a wall to kiss me, he spun me around, he took my breath away… and somehow, the arrogant jerk I fell in love with never quite disappeared either… He was loyal, committed, humble and honest – the only other time he’d been like that was with his first relationship when he was 14, completely innocent … but he was still occasionally snarky, he still had that piercing stare that made your heart stop, he still drove you up the wall and had you cursing his name at 2am like in the Taylor swift songs… but this time he wasn’t going anywhere. He knew his flaws too, and worked so hard to manage them – for me. He doesn’t have an anger management problem anymore – he struggled so hard, harder than he ever had before, to get over his anger/emotional issues. He used to have such a short fuse, and now… recently, while working, a customer grabbed his arm while he was making coffee with scalding hot milk, making him burn himself. He yelped, but was able to keep being polite with her as he dealt with her demands, and although he ranted about it with me later, when I told him that he can’t let people treat him like that, he got quiet and said simply that his job matters more, because he has to save for us to be together, and he can handle anything from anyone for the sake of our future. I can’t describe how massive a change that is … nor had I ever expected to see such a change, much less that I could bring it about…

Earlier this year, he flew out to see me, got down on one knee and proposed. We’re getting married next year, and we still fall in love more and more every day. He still drives me crazy, still gets on my nerves, and still gives me butterflies. He’s changed so much, and at the same time he’s still that self-centered, complicated, slightly uncontrollable bad boy that I fell in love with at 16. He’s my TV romance in real life – whenever I’ve told people this story, they’ve always said to me ‘my god… that stuff only happens in movies… wow..’

I could not be happier 🙂

Oh, and just saying – he really is like Damon Salvatore. This entire clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovQAg70_lms … amost all of Damon’s lines, he’s said to me, nearly word for word (except for ‘hurt someone’). When we actually watched the Vampire Diaries together for the first time and saw this scene… we were both a little bit speechless, to say the least.

Well it all started at my freshman year winter formal. At the time I had a boyfriend but our relationship was going down the drain so anyway we were dancing and having a good time but then he told me that he had to step outside for a minute and I was left alone and as soon as he left a slow song happen to play. And I saw my friends with their dates and the rest of the school and I panicked because I had no one to dance with and as I was about to leave the dance floor I felt someone tapped my shoulder twice and when I turned around I see this black haired, light skin, tall, boy ive never seen at school before and when I looked into his beautiful blue eyes I absolutely fell in love everything felt so perfect and I honestly I never felt that feeling even with my boyfriend at the time. He softly whispered in my ear “can I dance this song with you?” And of course I didn’t refuse so we danced and he whispered in my ear again and asked my name and he said my name was beautiful and that i was too and I asked for his and I thought it was pretty unique. So my date had not return and I was starting to worry so In the middle of our slow dance I had to confess and say I came here with my boyfriend and I did and he seemed upset and he said well “it was a nice dance” then he said goodbye. The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I told my friends about Him and asked if they knew him but they never heard of him. I didn’t see him since the dance so I just I forgot about him and told myself you’ll never see him again … Then sophomore year came. I was ready and happy to start the new year then I went to my classes and it was my last period which was math and of course I was always late and I saw a couple of people there then the last person who walked in was HIM! I couldn’t believe it. But I don’t think he recognized me because I changed a lot since my freshman year and one day we had to partner up in class and my teacher had chosen us and he sat next to me and he kept poking my leg and kept smiling at me and Saying my legs were soft. I just smiled back then we started talking. And after class he ran up behind me and grabbed my hat and ran off with it then he came back and returned it and we started talking about our lives and how he plays guitar and I just fell in love even more. So later on that year we hung out a lot and ditched classes together and just go behind the school and talk. I founf out we shared the same passion for music. I love listneing to oldies and he does too. We just connected so much. He asked me to go to the movies with him. Then a couple days later he asked me to prom then a month later, last day before we went on spring break we shared our first kiss together and all I felt was butterfly’s and It was just perfect. Another month passes by, he asked me to be his girlfriend. So it was the end of the year and we were together for three months at this point and I found out I was going to spend my junior year at a continuation school called Montecito due to my bad grades. We were both scared because we thought we wouldn’t see eachother often and were known as the “clingiest couple” at school. It’s pretty funny I guess. A fee weeks past and j got a phone call from him and said “babe I’m going to that school with you!” I was shocked and I said “no you can’t spend your senior year at Montecito!” And he said “I don’t care all I want is to spend it with you” for three days I tried convincing him not to but he didn’t listen. So I spent my whole junior year with him. We did everythig together. When we were together for 7 months we said “I love you” then when we were together for 9 months we both lost our virginities together. He was 17 and I was 16. His birthday was two weeks away so I have him a early birthday present. Well during my junior year we went through a lot of battles together but we seemed to fix things, move on and love eachother. I messed up a lot and he did too. But we forgave eachother and kept loving eachother no matter what. We were too much in love to lose eachother. Well we we recently broke up. We were together for a 1 year and 3 months. A lot of stuff happened and it just wasnt working out. We talked recently about our break up and we are good. We’re mutual. And we still love eachother very much but right now were good as just staying friends and it honestly brings me great joy that we are in good terms instead of holding grudges and not talking. So that’s my first teenage love…

(Screen) Name: AudyApples

When I was 5, I decided that my future soul mate would be named Daniel.

I met him on a sunny Saturday at a festival. His gorgeous brown fluffy hair and his blue eyes that sparkled like fire of love. He was tall, muscular and just attractive. We walked past each other, our eyes meeting from the corner of our eyes. My 16 year old heart probably stopped for a little.

I had to know his name. I had to talk to him. I need to, because in my head, I couldn’t shrug off the thought that we were meant to be.

I was the bold, crazy, petite girl who has her typical boy crushes and loved her chick flicks. It all fit perfectly. A true love story.

Except.

I was too shy to even walk up to him. Before I knew it, he left the venue and I was to never see him again. Or I thought.

Of course, I couldn’t just let it slide. I spent 3 days Googling his description, hoping the festival website might have his information somewhere. I just knew.

I found his brother and eventually got his details. Our friends instantly became best friends and a whole friend circle formed around us. He was 18, and exactly what I wanted. If only he knew. If only he would look at me or talk to me more. He was so reserved and cool. It was unfair.

A year passed. My friends always got to hang out with him and his friends while I was tied at home studying like a nerd to get good grades. But exactly a year after, we met for the first time again.

It was like this unstoppable chemistry. The day after I got home, I messaged him online. His name was Daniel. That was the start of our never ending conversation. I knew he liked me. He’d better.

All along I did not even realize that his cheerful best friend, N was serious when he said he would ask me out. I told him I liked Daniel. The best friend knew and so he made Daniel ask me out at the same time N did.

They asked me out together and I had to choose who I wanted to be with. I chose Daniel of course.

What followed were euphoric days of infatuation. I was ecstatic. Life was perfect. My dream boyfriend was mine. Nothing could ever go wrong.

Yet it did.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I thought I loved him. I wanted to stay with him forever because I thought he was my ideal lover. But exactly what is love? I was still in my teenage phase of cute guys and perfect teenage love story. He was on his step to adulthood and questioned my love. He was clingy and jealous and was afraid of losing me. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone but him. Yet he would be overwhelmed with guilt and self pity for feeling so insecure.

My parents never liked him because our lifestyle was too different. My family wanted a top scorer, an academic, socially and financially well off boyfriend, not a financially unstable boy who moved out to live by himself.

They would do everything to stop us from meeting or being intimate. But I did everything to oppose them. I skipped school, I lied, I sneaked out, I ventured to unknown places to get birth control pills. I did everything a good girl wouldn’t. They said I was only 17, what could I know of love?

Soon, our love consumed each other. And we didn’t go a day without fighting. I was in a wreak. My parents were kicking me out. I was in my final year of high school and already destroying my future aspects of getting into university and a potential doctorate degree. To make it worse, I was struggling with depression. My mornings started with tears and my nights ended with more tears.

Still we didn’t break up. Until I realized how foolish I was to hold on to something just because I thought we were meant to be. He was my first everything, yes, but our personalities were like those between a pencil and sharpener.

7 more months, we learned to let go… And I entered university with an uncertain broken heart. I swore never to like another Daniel, especially one who share the same initials.. yet here I am, 3 years later, I’m in love with my best friend whose name is Daniel.

(Screen) Name: Gulwsha

When I was 5, I decided that my future soul mate would be named Daniel.

I met him on a sunny Saturday at a festival. His gorgeous brown fluffy hair and his blue eyes that sparkled like fire of love. He was tall, muscular and just attractive. We walked past each other, our eyes meeting from the corner of our eyes. My 16 year old heart probably stopped for a little.

I had to know his name. I had to talk to him. I need to, because in my head, I couldn’t shrug off the thought that we were meant to be.

I was the bold, crazy, petite girl who has her typical boy crushes and loved her chick flicks. It all fit perfectly. A true love story.

Except.

I was too shy to even walk up to him. Before I knew it, he left the venue and I was to never see him again. Or I thought.

Of course, I couldn’t just let it slide. I spent 3 days Googling his description, hoping the festival website might have his information somewhere. I just knew.

I found his brother and eventually got his details. Our friends instantly became best friends and a whole friend circle formed around us. He was 18, and exactly what I wanted. If only he knew. If only he would look at me or talk to me more. He was so reserved and cool. It was unfair.

A year passed. My friends always got to hang out with him and his friends while I was tied at home studying like a nerd to get good grades. But exactly a year after, we met for the first time again.

It was like this unstoppable chemistry. The day after I got home, I messaged him online. His name was Daniel. That was the start of our never ending conversation. I knew he liked me. He’d better.

All along I did not even realize that his cheerful best friend, N was serious when he said he would ask me out. I told him I liked Daniel. The best friend knew and so he made Daniel ask me out at the same time N did.

They asked me out together and I had to choose who I wanted to be with. I chose Daniel of course.

What followed were euphoric days of infatuation. I was ecstatic. Life was perfect. My dream boyfriend was mine. Nothing could ever go wrong.

Yet it did.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I thought I loved him. I wanted to stay with him forever because I thought he was my ideal lover. But exactly what is love? I was still in my teenage phase of cute guys and perfect teenage love story. He was on his step to adulthood and questioned my love. He was clingy and jealous and was afraid of losing me. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone but him. Yet he would be overwhelmed with guilt and self pity for feeling so insecure.

My parents never liked him because our lifestyle was too different. My family wanted a top scorer, an academic, socially and financially well off boyfriend, not a financially unstable boy who moved out to live by himself.

They would do everything to stop us from meeting or being intimate. But I did everything to oppose them. I skipped school, I lied, I sneaked out, I ventured to unknown places to get birth control pills. I did everything a good girl wouldn’t. They said I was only 17, what could I know of love?

Soon, our love consumed each other. And we didn’t go a day without fighting. I was in a wreak. My parents were kicking me out. I was in my final year of high school and already destroying my future aspects of getting into university and a potential doctorate degree. To make it worse, I was struggling with depression. My mornings started with tears and my nights ended with more tears.

Still we didn’t break up. Until I realized how foolish I was to hold on to something just because I thought we were meant to be. He was my first everything, yes, but our personalities were like those between a pencil and sharpener.

7 more months, we learned to let go… And I entered university with an uncertain broken heart. I swore never to like another Daniel, especially one who share the same initials.. yet here I am, 3 years later, I’m in love with my best friend whose name is Daniel.

(Screen) Name: Gulwsha

I post my love story on a blog that I run. I would be happy if you check it out, leave a comment, give your opinion, tell me what was right, what I did wrong, give me advice. The story is actually still running in my life, it hasn’t ended yet and that’s why your help is welcome. Thank you.
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(Screen) Name: Annon

This is not a story. This is real. This is my life.

People said that I was too young for love. They said I couldn’t experience heartbreak.

The first time he came over to my house, I started crushing. He was 16, I was 10. I knew he was just being himself. He probably never saw interest in me. I was just a silly little kid, and he was just trying to entertain me. So it seemed.

He was everything I wanted: funny, witty, artistic, playful. I kept a journal of all the boys I liked, and all the pages were mostly filled with him. The Mission Art Walk card. Little things. The other boys were just temporary crushes, cute but not really like. He was different. I fell heads over heels for him. I really loved him. Every day, I’d sit and imagine life for one day with him. Together. Alone.

Years passed, I turned 12, he turned 18. The last time he came over, he kept on asking me to sneak out to a dance. He said that maybe he’d take a Perusian girl with a heavy accent. Maybe.

I came home from basketball practice, and made a habit out of myself to check his house to see if the attic window light was on. He lives on my block, and I am so grateful for that. The door was open, and he and another girl, brunette with hair pulled back into a ponytail, were talking. He seemed to laugh, and time slowed. I stared, he turned around, and shock, confusion, and something else flashed across his face. Then it was over, I was gone, down the street in my dad’s car.

Now, he’s gone to college, and I’m still here. He’ll probably find a girl there, the light of his life, and I’ll be here, hiding my love. I convinced myself he liked me, I guess not. I guess I’m just a dreamer.

(Screen) Name: Kit Kat

This is not a story. This is real. This is my life.

People said that I was too young for love. They said I couldn’t experience heartbreak.

The first time he came over to my house, I started crushing. He was 16, I was 10. I knew he was just being himself. He probably never saw interest in me. I was just a silly little kid, and he was just trying to entertain me. So it seemed.

He was everything I wanted: funny, witty, artistic, playful. I kept a journal of all the boys I liked, and all the pages were mostly filled with him. The Mission Art Walk card. Little things. The other boys were just temporary crushes, cute but not really like. He was different. I fell heads over heels for him. I really loved him. Every day, I’d sit and imagine life for one day with him. Together. Alone.

Years passed, I turned 12, he turned 18. The last time he came over, he kept on asking me to sneak out to a dance. He said that maybe he’d take a Perusian girl with a heavy accent. Maybe.

I came home from basketball practice, and made a habit out of myself to check his house to see if the attic window light was on. He lives on my block, and I am so grateful for that. The door was open, and he and another girl, brunette with hair pulled back into a ponytail, were talking. He seemed to laugh, and time slowed. I stared, he turned around, and shock, confusion, and something else flashed across his face. Then it was over, I was gone, down the street in my dad’s car.

Now, he’s gone to college, and I’m still here. He’ll probably find a girl there, the light of his life, and I’ll be here, hiding my love. I convinced myself he liked me, I guess not. I guess I’m just a dreamer.

(Screen) Name: Kit Kat

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this is how my story of first love goes…

(Screen) Name: rainstorm

I was 19 years old and she was just 16.We met through a friend of ours, we had only one common friend in us n she helped me alot in propsing sneha but because of my shy nature i wasnt able to propose her.she is so beautiful just like the gal next door i loved her like hell she dint undertsand it but we kept meeting both more often.I called her for movies we gaged had fun together. i knew that she is the only one person with whom i can spend my rest of my life i was really happy and even afraid of proposing her.
The day of 14 feburary finally with lots of guts i finally propsed her and she did really said yes. I was so happy just felt to just go and hug her, I still remember that days each and every single moment of my life. I still get dreams of that moment, it was the best moment of my life.I hope everyday would start up and end up with that day.All days should be like that day.She is the only one person whom i have loved.
We kept meeting, finally our relationship continued for 5 yrs and m really happy.There were misunderstandings, fights, arguments and everything which happens in every single relationship but always it was me or her to come up with the solutions. If I thought its my fault then i said sory and everything seemed normal n if she thought its her then she was the person to say sory.
i love her like hell she does too..will keep loving her till the last breath of my life
Vishal..

(Screen) Name: Vishal