So, there's this guy I like.
I mean, I liked him all of last year, and the beginning of this year. My friends all told me how much of a jerk he is, but I just told them they couldn't see the sweet and nice guy inside of him. I guess you could say it was puppy love, but I was a fool… a fool in love…
Well, I finally saw the jerk around January. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. I moved on, though.
My friend, Brooke, and I made up one of those cute little nicknames for him. A term of endearment, you could say. The Swine. That's what we called him. Told you I moved on, didn't I? We didn't say it in front of his face… much.
I didn't like him. I couldn't like him. Every time I saw him I felt disgust, loathing. Maybe part of it was self-loathing, for like someone life him. But you can't help who you like; it's not up to you. It's fate. Sort of like Romeo and Juliet, I guess. It's a tragedy all in itself.
Well, I lived life.
I didn't think about him. Wait, correction. I tried not to think about him. But then I noticed a few things that were a little significant. Every time he smiled, my heart gave a little flutter. Every time he talked to me, my stomach did cartwheels. And the worst part of it? He was completely oblivious to my existence.
I had fallen for him.
Again.
And this time, hard.
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