She had never felt this way before; she had never felt so in love. Well at least she thought it was love, she had never been in love with anyone so she had nothing to compare this feeling too. At first she thought he would be like all her other crushes; completely untouchable and totally out of reach. But with him she almost felt like she had a chance. She knew he was probably completely out of her league but something in her didn't want to believe that it mattered. She was just an average girl; everything about her was, well, average. She was average in marks, height, size, and hair and eye color. There was definetly nothing extreme about her and there was absolutely nothing about her that truly stuck out. Of course, he was the total opposite.
They had met randomly one day in the schoolyard and were just friends since the beginning, neither of them knowing what to expect. At first she was completely infatuated by him, he was everything she was looking for; she couldn't wait to tell her friends about him. Their relationship started off slow but she could feel that they were definetly good friends, well at least friends. She saw the way he treated other girls, other girls meaning girls much prettier than she. She often compared the way he acted around them and the way he around her. She saw that around them he was more flirtatious and less mature, but he was always the same sweet guy.
She wasn't sure when she started to get so fond of him and if you asked her when, she'd probably say since the beginning. But really that wasn't entirely true at all; at first he was just another guy friend who just happened to peak her interest. She was so grateful that now they had a strong (or what seemed to be strong) relationship and she was able to talk to him as openly him without seeming too suspicious. He knew more about her than most of her closest friends. He knew the dark secrets and the good ones. No matter what she had to say he always seemed to be listening and he always seemed concerned. Then again, maybe this was her mind's version of wishful thinking.
She spent many hours thinking about him, she was constantly worried about him and hoped he was as comfortable with her as she was with him. Some days she could almost feel that he wanted to be more than just friends but most of the time she could tell all that friends was all they'd ever be.
She often wondered how love worked and why so often love seems so unfair. How come she could be so in love with him but he could not even return one ounce of that love? Why couldn't two people just love each other all the time instead of one person getting hurt? But with time she realized life just wasn't meant to be fair and maybe that's why it was worth living.
Even though it hurt more than she could bear that he wasn't in love with her, she still loved loving him. He wasn't at all like any other guy she knew. He was genuine and he was so incredibly special to her. Silly stupid little things remind her of him. She thought she'd explode with happiness whenever he smiled at her. So if it wasn't love what else could it be? Unless there was a feeling more powerful than love she was definetly in love.