Iam kavita Iam about to narrate a love story of my teenage ,,,,i loved him and i got pain......
It was December a regular, cold morning in our school. I eas only an 8th grader. I had just gotten over my last 'crush', who had ignored me and talked wrong about me behind my back. This year had been very tough for me-my best friend had stabbed me in the back, half of my other friends left me, and almost everyone else around me hated me or didn't want to talk to me. I went through a time when I just wasn't happy and I wanted to be alone. That time changed when I talked to a boy named Satish.
Satish was different to me, but I didn't know it yet. I had met him inthe 6th grade, and he was amazing Then, we slowly forgot about each other. I talked to him again in 8th grade. He was alos so charmingand hilarious. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes, long, busty eyelashes. I had still been getting over my other crust at the time. Over winter break, I realized that I really liked Satish. I took the initiative, barely knowing how to handle a crush, and asked him if he thought I was pretty over a little note. Little did I know this note would mean to so much to me. On it, he simply wrote, "Yes, but not meaning anything.:" He handed it back to me and whispered "attractive" with a smile. I asked him frankly if he like me or not? he replied that he did not like anyone.
By this time, everyone had found out, and they all said we would make a very cute couple. Whenever I was down, I had him to talk to. He made me feel so good about myself. but there were times when I had been very suffocating , I wouldn't know how to handle it, I became very insecure and I didn't know what todo. And finally, I asked him if he liked me one more time,and he nodded no. I cried for hours. I had never been in a relationship yet. I realized that I had gone too far this time. Despite this, he apologized to me. He said that he didn't like anyone because I wasn't his type, and that he doesn't want to get hurt. I told him he had to open his heart, even if it means getting hurt.
We continued tobe friends. At 8th grade , he said that i was a good friend, and I told him I'd miss him. We hugged It was beautiful over the summer , I decided which high school I wanted to go to. It was not his. I always believed that if I kept trying that eventually,even if it took all of high school, we would be together. It was a gut feeling that I knew would happen.
For 6 months, I spent almost everyday thinnking of him. Other guys at that highschool treated me like dirt The called me ugly, gossiped about me, and were just pain meant to me. I wanted to be with him again. Everything had made me so angry. I wasn't happy at taht school. Somehow, I had finally managed to let my parents transfer me to his high school. It was too late. He already liked someone else. Still, we managed to stay friends. I tried to get over him , I tried liking other guys but I knew that I would keep trying and coming back to him I rayed to God we would be together. At this point I wanted to marry him, He had changed a considerable amount since middle school. But that didnot stop me . I knew he was the one for me and one night I even dreamed that all his friends had left him, and he said that I had become his best friend, we hugged like never before.
. I'm still here, trying High school is'nt over yet it may sonud patetc to you but when you know something is meant to be, you don't give up, they will come around , and you will be their rock.
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