I loved a guy.
He was my classmate since primary school. I knew him at standard 4 which was 10 years old. We had the same frequency, that's why we got along well. We played, we chat, we called each other when we missed each other.
And one day he called me, confessed to me that he liked me.
It's just, plain "like", like those puppy love. I knew it well, I knew it was not love, because I knew him too well.
We were 12 years old, but I was far ahead from that. I was like, 16 years old. I thought maturely, maybe I grew up in a family full of grown-ups.
Since then, I knew, we can just only be friends. It's too young for us to move into another stage of relationship. Maybe we just have to wait. And wait. He told me he could wait, even after many years, he said he could still be waiting for me.
I learned it by heart, I learned what he confessed. But what I predict was right. He went on to another girl. We were 13 years old that time.
Oh yea. Before that, I rejected his love strongly. I don't want to be hurt or hurting him after accepting him as my partner. It was just too early for us, and he wasn't doing anything except consistently telling me he loved me. Epic FAIL.
So I guess he was hurt by my actions. In the meanwhile, he went on to another girl.
She was pretty, with a lively short bob hair. Her eyes were big and attractive enough and simply let guys fall in love with. She had fair skins, no pimples, average height.
Btw, she was my best friend. Typical love story.
But it's true, I told her everything except for the guy I fell in love with.
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