I see the way they indulge in each other. The way their compassion is so strong that it makes them both weak in the knees. Secretly, I'm wishing that I too, had a love like theirs. But sadly, I don't and it makes me feel lower than dirt. On lonely days, I do reminiscence about the "old times" that we use to share with each other. The way I would always feel perplexed to show my emotions towards her. It seemed as if she had some kind of force-field around me and as hard as I tried to free myself, she'd end up luring me back to her. We had a sort of a go away-come back relationship.
I recall and time in my life when I felt ample and I decided to invite her over for a "Girl's Night". She came right over, as I assumed she would, and she even brought me my favorite movie "Sixteen Candles". I was flattered, to say the least and I guess I was always one to wear my emotions on my sleeves. She saw how much joy she had brought me and gave me one of her most affectionate hugs. Let's just say that it made my heart skip a beat or two. I remember being in that hug and smelled the sharp pungent scent of her body wash. I can still smell it; warm vanilla with just a hint of mint. Anyway, my parents weren't home and we decided to camp-out in my room. We had the essentials: popcorn, teen magazines, refreshments and for my pleasure – her. Once we finished the movie, we didn't really have anything to do except talk; which was just fine with me. I've always loved her voice.
That was a night to remember -- at least it was for me. We were talking about something so random that I can't even remember what exactly it was, but all I can recall, is us ending up talking about the two of us. She had told me that she had a huge secret and I told her that I too, was keeping a big secret from her. We ended up confessing that we had feelings for each other, only – afterwards, I had to get some reassurance of that and for me… that was a kiss. I cupped her left cheek with my right palm and moved her head towards mine. She hesitated a little, but then decided to just go with the flow. We kissed for what seemed like forever, that is – until she pulled apart from me and told me that she had made a mistake. Her words cut through my heart like a butter knife trying to saw through tree bark. She then made her way over to her "over-night-things", gathered them and then left – just like that.
The next few days at school were extremely awkward and she avoided me as much as possible. That is until Thursday, when I decided that enough was enough and I took initiative and made my way up to confront her about our "past-night". She looked at me with weary eyes and told me that she no longer had feelings for me. Now her affection had been changed to another subject – the subject that was way off from where it was the other night. I told her that she had made a huge mistake, not just by kissing me, but by turning me down.
From then on, she became my prime specimen for Operation: Make Her Life Hell. I did everything in my powers to make sure that she was having a rough high-school experience. I mean, no freak turns down the school's royal bitch, right?
Okay, so – what'd you guys think? Did I make it clear who I was talking about? R and R, please!