You see, there's this girl I like. I like only her. We're both in the same grade at our high school, and will be seniors come this September. We first met sophomore year and had one class together. This past school year, our junior year, we had one class together again, and we'll probably be in one if not two classes together this upcoming year. Our last year.
I can't explain why I like her. Sure, we share some common interests. We're both readers and writers, and are both artistic. We're both quiet. We're both shy. But it's deeper than that, you know what I mean?
I was foolish enough to imagine something between us, misinterpreting looks and moments, seeing signs where there weren't any, letting my heart trick my head into really believing she liked me as I secretly liked her. I didn't speak up -- I was too afraid. Finally, impatient with my inability to simply approach her or even start a conversation, I decided to tell her how I felt through writing.
And so, backed by the moral support of a single close friend in whom I confided, I emailed her in early November of 2008, eight months ago. A nervous wreck, I waited for her reply. I'd never had a girlfriend; she'd never had a boyfriend. It would have been something totally new (and probably frightening) for the both of us. But I took the risk. I wanted to be with her. Sending the email was the bravest thing I'd ever done. And the biggest mistake I ever made, as I'd soon find out. About five days later, she wrote back. She apologized for not writing back sooner, as she didn't check her email too often (she said). She said she was surprised that I found her so great (the words she used). But, she said, because she really didn't know me that well, she couldn't feel the same way about me. She said she would like to be friends, and always thought I was nice, and said I should talk to her some time so she could get to know me.
For about a week I was in a numb daze. I felt like I was hovering around my body. Ever since then, I've been suspicious of my intuition. Never before had my "gut" been so far off. She didn't like me as I liked her. Not at all. Sure, it wasn't outright rejection, but when she said she always thought I was "nice", that made my heart sink. Just nice. That's all anyone has ever said about me. That I was a nice guy. A nice quiet guy. Wouldn't hurt a fly. What hurt me the most was learning I really didn't factor into her world. I was just another person. There had been no magic, no secret untold deepness. I became depressed. My fear of talking to her increased tenfold. I was now privately embarrassed and even more shy whenever in the same room with her (which was once every day for 45 minutes). I wrote back to her telling her I was sorry for sending the email and regretted doing so. I said I felt like an idiot. But I also said I would like to be friends. Happy to be friends.
Days passed. I still did not talk. Weeks passed. Winter break came. I emailed her again, telling her again that I was sorry, and I would make it my New Year's resolution to talk. I made a joke about how silly I was, sending these stupid letters. But more days passed once we came back to school. And more. Weeks. Months. She never responded to my second email (either ignoring me, or she really didn't check her email, like she said, which I doubt). I kept putting off talking to her, kept waiting for God knows what. It's not the right time, I told myself. I'm not ready yet. I knew deep down that I would probably never "be ready". I was more embarrassed and shy than before. Petrified, in fact. Every day I hated myself for creating this heavy nervousness between me and her. I could feel it in the classroom every day. Each of us monitoring the other. With every day it would be more difficult and awkward to say anything. So I stopped thinking about it. I tried to forget about her. I began to think that maybe I didn't really "really like" her at all, that it was just like all my other silly infatuations before. I refused and still refuse to believe this. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe I had really startled and confused a poor girl, who's never been with anyone and already has low self esteem about her looks, pouring out my heart in some wild confession, just to never talk to her again. To act like nothing happened. It brought me immeasurable and unbearable pain to think about this, because I knew that this was exactly what I had done. It broke my heart that I did and am doing this. She's still "the one" for me, I told myself. She'd the only girl I ever liked THAT much. Hell, it had been enough to act crazy and break with all my instincts and tell her like that. She was the only girl I ever revealed my heart to.
Before I knew it, the school year was at its close. The last time I saw her before summer break was in the hallway. She passed by slowly and our eyes met. Then, about the same time, we both looked away, and walked by one another. That was it.
Some time ago, I revisited my first email to her. As I read, I began to feel ashamed. I had wrote that? Oh my God . . . . It sounds like a freaking business proposition or something! No wonder it scared her. She probably thinks I'm such a weirdo for not being able to just talk. No one else ever approached her. She never got a boyfriend. Didn't go to junior prom. Both of us remained and remain alone. And I think I may have ruined it all for good. How can I even look her in the face anymore? She must hate me. How can anything real develop naturally now? I look at other couples, people my age. I watch their relationships come and go -- so many, inconsequential. But at least they can start relationships. I can't even talk to the girl I like. I'm so pathetic.
. . . I suppose my only regret -- that is, the only real regret I harbor at all -- is sending that letter. To be honest, I really don't know her that well at all, just as she said about me. But I still feel that connection. It's cooled down now. It has recovered and is somewhat more sane. I'm still as loveshy and nervous as ever. So, my question is, have I shot any chance with her all to pieces? Am I just a kid who doesn't know the difference between a crush and a spark of possible love? I really don't know anymore. I'm currently trying to decide whether or not I should email her one last time, now that it's summer break. One more time. Really, can I do any more damage at this point? So, should I email her? It's just . . . I feel so bad. I want to fix things. To start anew for real, but can I? :
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(sorry this was so long)