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The first time I ever truly liked a girl was in high school. She was a short, slender girl with brunette hair and freckles. She had a smile that could lift me up when I was depressed or sad.
She would always come over to sit beside during class and just stare at me. I never really spoke to her, and each time I tried to I could feel my tongue get stuck to the back of my throat. So I tried to show her, how much I cared about her, by smiling at her. I knew how much she liked me, and how she wanted me to ask her out on date; but I could never find the nerve to ask her.
Then out of the blue she starts dating another guy. At that moment I thought I must have imagined everything that had happened between us; that there really hadn't been anything going on between us, and that it was all just a dream.
So I was surprised that even though she was dating another guy, she would still write poetry on the board about me and her. She would still sit next to me in class and tell me everything. She would always tell me how much she liked me. At that age, I just couldn't understand why she would say she likes me and date some else, and act like it was normal.
Eventually she broke it off with the guy and came right out and asked me “If I asked you out, would you say yes?” I still was interested in her and wanted to say “yes,” but instead I said “Maybe.” I don’t know why. It just slipped out. She was furious with me, and for the next two weeks she wouldn't speak to me.
I tried to mend things with her, and I tried to talk to her. But I was never good with words back then. A week later my parents decided to move, and I never got the chance to ask her out.
This experience has taught me:
• To not be afraid
• To act before it is too late
• To say yes