This is the only true story I have ever written. Names and places have been changed, but other than that, this story is completely real. If you are not eighteen, go away, you should not read this. Please enjoy.
My Love
It seems like I've known her forever, though really it's only been two years. Whenever I see her my heart warms up, and my mind becomes blank with a happy sort of delirium. Of course, when I had first met her, it had all been different...
I was at school, laughing with my best friend Alice, when I first saw her. I didn't realize then, the amount of love I would one day feel for this girl. All I knew then was that I wanted to know her. I wanted to know everything about her I could, and for some odd, unexplainable reason, I guess she wanted to know me too. We were never best friends. We didn't have enough classes together for that. We didn't really have much in common at all, except for that we knew we liked each other. But still, whenever I saw her in the hallway, I would always wave and say hi, and she would say hi to me.
About a year later I met her again, this time at lunch. With her shoulder length blonde hair and big bright blue eyes, it was odd to me how beautiful I thought she was. All the boys I had ever dated had had dark hair and tan skin, but she was more beautiful than all of those guys combined. For some reason, I don't know why, she sat with me that day, and ever since I've loved her. It's as simple as that. Every time she talks, or laughs, or smiles, it takes my breath away.
We're almost polar opposites, though. For instance, she likes to dance and sing, and I'm into sports, though I'm not a tomboy. One thing we DO have in common, though, is our love for shopping. We could spend hundreds of dollars on clothes at any time if we had the money. Both of us like to look good. Most of the time we do. At least she does. She could make anything look wonderful. She is so sweet, too. Whenever we see each other we give a big hug, and she squeezes me around my middle. It's the best thing ever! All I want to do is hold her tight, and smell her hair, and kiss her. Oh how I would love to kiss her. I'm taller than her, even though it's not by much, only a few inches, so she can't see the pure joy that must be written all over my face whenever I hold her. She makes me feel so happy. I never believed I could love a person as much as I love her.
Her eyes really kill me, though. I used to think my favorite eye color was brown, but now I know it has to be blue. Her eyes are marvelous, deep and wide, with such love and kindness all backed behind them. She has to be the greatest creature alive. Every time I look at her my heart stops beating. When she laughs at me, or tells me she loves me (even though I know it's only on a platonic level), I can barely contain the love I feel.
Then I become let down. I'm not the only one that sees her beauty. She has tons of friends. Her friends that are girls are so much more beautiful than I am. I mean, I'm certainly not bad, and I've never had any trouble getting guys, but it's disappointing to see the person you love hang out with beautiful, cool people. Not to mention her guy friends, which I'm sure she would prefer much more than any girl. It really is hopeless. The only time I ever feel like anything I'm feeling might be felt in return is when we hug, and even that is brief. How could she not know I love her? How could she not know that when she touches me I feel like I've been electrically shocked? All I know is that I love her. I guess there's nothing else to know.
Note from the author: This story was very hard to write. Any feedback is welcome, especially criticism. Of course, hearing u liked it is always funJ!!