And the tears,
Flow like the rain,
And he cries,
Releasin' the pain,
And he sighs,
Nothin' to gain,
From an unrequited love...
She was beautiful. So beautiful. Long, flowing hair; wonderful, golden-amber eyes... Everything about her was perfect. And she wasn't just beautiful on the outside. She was beautiful on the inside, too. Polite, funny, serious at times, and kind to everyone, regardless of gender, looks, or anything else.
At first, he'd chuckled every time he happened to see someone get rejected by her. Not a mean chuckle, more of a sympathetic but slightly "you deserved it" chuckle. Because it was obvious that she rejected everyone. psh, he thought, she must think she's above us "normal people", or something like that. How stuck-up. How could anyone fall for her?
Back then, he had thought it was optional, or something. Who you fell in love with. Or, rather than thinking it was optional, he just never gave it much thought. In some far away part of his consciousness, he must have been thinking about it. Perhaps he'd just subconsciously locked the thought away because he didn't want it to happen.
But the sad thing is, it did happen. That's the thing with fighting development. Whether you want it to happen or not, you grow up. You don't get a choice about it. It just happens. And it happened to him.
It started as curiosity, he wanted to see what was so great about this girl who rejected everybody. He quickly realized she wasn't as stuck-up as he had originally thought. In fact, she wasn't stuck up at all. And before he knew it, they had become friends. He also learned the reason she rejected everybody who confessed to her. It was out of kindness. She didn't want to enter a relationship with half-hearted feelings for the other person. She only wanted to date someone she truly loved, because otherwise, if the person she was dating really and truly loved her, it would be painful for them if it wasn't mutual.
Slowly, as he learned more about her, he began to respect and admire her more and more, impressed by her kindness and selflessness.
They had been friends for two years when he realized his feelings for her. At first he didn't accept it, not wanting to think that his feelings for her might be deeper than those of a friend. They had even announced each other best friends out of all their other friends only 3 months before, which just made things harder on him.
So, he tried to fight his feelings, pushing them to the back of his mind, trying with all of his might not to hold onto her too long when she hugged him, her way of greeting him or saying goodbye.
But that could only last so long.
Six months later, it was summer. A beautiful, beautiful day in summer. They were second years in high school, both fifteen years old, and they were sitting under a tree, eating together outside during their lunch break, as per their tradition since 3 months after they'd met, in their second first* year of middle school.
That was when it happened. They were just casually chatting, and he ended up making her laugh. She smiled this huge happy smile and he couldn't hold back any longer.
All of a sudden, before he even realized what he was doing, she was wrapped in his arms as he hugged her tight. And before either of them recovered from the confusion and surprise, again without thinking, he spoke. "I love you," he'd said.
They were both shocked at the statement. He let go of her suddenly, and scooted back to his place on their picnic blanket. They both paused to take in what had happened. There was complete silence. But, finally, she broke the silence.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I just, I just can't... See you in that way. I'm truly sorry,"
He looked up. "Yeah, I know. But, do you think we can still be friends?"
"Yes, of course. Best friend in the world, remember?" She asked, holding out her pinky finger.
"Best friends in the world," he confirmed, locking his pinky with hers.
"Pinky swear!" They said in unison, and they both burst out laughing at their own child-ish-ness.
When he got home that evening, he locked himself in his room, plopped his bag on the ground and sat down on his bed.
As soon as he touched his bed he burst into deep, painful sobs.
That night, he refused any food and cried himself to sleep in his school uniform.
It didn't happen right away. For awhile, she held back her hugs, and things were awkward between them.
But life goes on, and things get buried in the sands of time.
By the time they entered their fourth year of friendship, their relationship was back to normal.
His heart didn't hurt anymore, and they remained the best of friends for the rest of their lives.
*Sorry for that, guys. I home school, so I don't know the American (Actually American, so including Canada and everything, considering I live her in Canada. xD) school system well, and then I've been reading a bunch of manga (Japanese comics) recently, so, I accidentally almost wrote this according to the Japanese school system: 6 years of Elementary; 3 years of Middle, and another 3 years of High. I wanted them fifteen, so I made them high school first years, but I caught that mistake and fixed it. Except, I guess I failed to fix the middle school mistake. ^^;
Flow like the rain,
And he cries,
Releasin' the pain,
And he sighs,
Nothin' to gain,
From an unrequited love...
She was beautiful. So beautiful. Long, flowing hair; wonderful, golden-amber eyes... Everything about her was perfect. And she wasn't just beautiful on the outside. She was beautiful on the inside, too. Polite, funny, serious at times, and kind to everyone, regardless of gender, looks, or anything else.
At first, he'd chuckled every time he happened to see someone get rejected by her. Not a mean chuckle, more of a sympathetic but slightly "you deserved it" chuckle. Because it was obvious that she rejected everyone. psh, he thought, she must think she's above us "normal people", or something like that. How stuck-up. How could anyone fall for her?
Back then, he had thought it was optional, or something. Who you fell in love with. Or, rather than thinking it was optional, he just never gave it much thought. In some far away part of his consciousness, he must have been thinking about it. Perhaps he'd just subconsciously locked the thought away because he didn't want it to happen.
But the sad thing is, it did happen. That's the thing with fighting development. Whether you want it to happen or not, you grow up. You don't get a choice about it. It just happens. And it happened to him.
It started as curiosity, he wanted to see what was so great about this girl who rejected everybody. He quickly realized she wasn't as stuck-up as he had originally thought. In fact, she wasn't stuck up at all. And before he knew it, they had become friends. He also learned the reason she rejected everybody who confessed to her. It was out of kindness. She didn't want to enter a relationship with half-hearted feelings for the other person. She only wanted to date someone she truly loved, because otherwise, if the person she was dating really and truly loved her, it would be painful for them if it wasn't mutual.
Slowly, as he learned more about her, he began to respect and admire her more and more, impressed by her kindness and selflessness.
They had been friends for two years when he realized his feelings for her. At first he didn't accept it, not wanting to think that his feelings for her might be deeper than those of a friend. They had even announced each other best friends out of all their other friends only 3 months before, which just made things harder on him.
So, he tried to fight his feelings, pushing them to the back of his mind, trying with all of his might not to hold onto her too long when she hugged him, her way of greeting him or saying goodbye.
But that could only last so long.
Six months later, it was summer. A beautiful, beautiful day in summer. They were second years in high school, both fifteen years old, and they were sitting under a tree, eating together outside during their lunch break, as per their tradition since 3 months after they'd met, in their second first* year of middle school.
That was when it happened. They were just casually chatting, and he ended up making her laugh. She smiled this huge happy smile and he couldn't hold back any longer.
All of a sudden, before he even realized what he was doing, she was wrapped in his arms as he hugged her tight. And before either of them recovered from the confusion and surprise, again without thinking, he spoke. "I love you," he'd said.
They were both shocked at the statement. He let go of her suddenly, and scooted back to his place on their picnic blanket. They both paused to take in what had happened. There was complete silence. But, finally, she broke the silence.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I just, I just can't... See you in that way. I'm truly sorry,"
He looked up. "Yeah, I know. But, do you think we can still be friends?"
"Yes, of course. Best friend in the world, remember?" She asked, holding out her pinky finger.
"Best friends in the world," he confirmed, locking his pinky with hers.
"Pinky swear!" They said in unison, and they both burst out laughing at their own child-ish-ness.
When he got home that evening, he locked himself in his room, plopped his bag on the ground and sat down on his bed.
As soon as he touched his bed he burst into deep, painful sobs.
That night, he refused any food and cried himself to sleep in his school uniform.
It didn't happen right away. For awhile, she held back her hugs, and things were awkward between them.
But life goes on, and things get buried in the sands of time.
By the time they entered their fourth year of friendship, their relationship was back to normal.
His heart didn't hurt anymore, and they remained the best of friends for the rest of their lives.
*Sorry for that, guys. I home school, so I don't know the American (Actually American, so including Canada and everything, considering I live her in Canada. xD) school system well, and then I've been reading a bunch of manga (Japanese comics) recently, so, I accidentally almost wrote this according to the Japanese school system: 6 years of Elementary; 3 years of Middle, and another 3 years of High. I wanted them fifteen, so I made them high school first years, but I caught that mistake and fixed it. Except, I guess I failed to fix the middle school mistake. ^^;
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