I fell in love with him when I was very young. At that time I was 11 years old, he came to study in our class. I was fortunately not so much in love as forgetting about studying. No, it's different here. I began to live only for his sake. If I study well and I have a good mood, it's only from the love of him.
And he did not like, maybe I liked him, but no more. Knowing that I love him (and this is impossible not to notice), he did not answer. I met him if you only knew how bad I felt. But at school, sadness hid smiles and joy. Teenagers of my age (at the moment I'm 15 years old) already have kisses and not only, but I just wanted to hear tender words from him, to meet with glances.
I was very jealous of all his girls (there were 3 of them), but he did not want anything and did not do anything. For 4 years I loved him unrequited. As soon as she felt that she had finally forgotten him, immediately as soon as she saw his eyes, everything remained as before.
Once I wrote him a letter to him, and he was taken by the boys. I saw him, too, reading and laughing. I no longer wanted to live. But I myself know that he is not to blame for anything. It's all my own fault!
Maybe we could have such a friendship but not more. Because I'm very shy and proud.
I understood a lot. And today, seeing how he hugs his girlfriend, was convinced that we can never be together. How to forget it ?????!