To understand my current predicament, I would like to give you, dear readers, a short history of my life. My relationship life that is.
It all began in my 6th year in elementary school. Oh, what joyous and carefree days! I had a group, of what I thought, was a close group of friends, and in that I group I met my first love.
Well, during that time, I didn’t know I would fall in love. Heck, I was so young, how could I have known it was love.
Anyway, he was my closest friend. Every time the dismissal bell rings, I knew where to find him, in the library. We would spend times there reading, talking, waiting for our fetchers to come. Sometimes, when he wasn’t there, he was with our other friends. Point is, I knew where he was (almost all the time), not to mention the hour long phone calls we have chatting about anything under the sun.
He is smart. Very Smart. So, there goes my confidence level.
Let’s go to the most important part. I was in my freshman year of high school, when I labeled my feelings as a crush, and because of that knowledge, things started to fall apart. He was my best friend, so whether to confess or not is really a difficult question to answer. I don’t want to sound cliche, but the words like “I don’t want to mess up our friendship” and “What would happen if it doesn’t work?” really do pop up in my head.
My friends who knew my feelings told me to go ahead and confess because they think he likes me too. The people who weren’t my friends, constantly teased us whenever we were together, hence, we started to ignore each other, thinking it can stop all the extra attention.
One day, my friends decided to play a popular game to help us both with our lack of confidence– Truth or Dare. I went first, and obviously, I chose truth.
“Who is your crush?” Friend A asks.
I told the name, not out loud, but whispered it until it reached him, my crush. After that, I didn’t bother seeing his reaction. With one swift motion, I left.
After the short game, I found out he liked me too. When we were in the 6th grade, that is. I was a few months too late.
Things weren’t the same after the game. We both drifted farther apart, and soon found new friends. The End.
Would I wish to be a few months earlier? Would I wish something more could have happened? Honestly, I don’t know.
But one things for sure, history repeats itself, but endings are not entirely the same.