A must read story.
Originally posted on The Writing Asylum:
And so she stands there in tears; the droplets of water from her eyes glistening against her cheek from the moonlight above. Shaking from head from head to toe but not from the bitter cold of the Winter air but from fear, from absolute terror of being alone.
For nearly twenty years I have loved her. When we first met I was 12 years old, but a mere child that didn’t even know what love was. I didn’t know how to control these feelings I had for her because you cannot control what you don’t understand.
I used to watch her from afar in class and day dream what it would be like for us to be together, seeing her talking to all of the other boys, boys that were “better” than me; “prettier” than me. But I was shy, definitely far too shy to talk to her and yet…
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