"[Her Name] and I met my freshman year of high school in geometry class. As far as our interactions went in that class, the most we ever said to one another were pleasantries. However despite a lack of verbal communication, I felt that there was an unspoken connection between the two of us. During that year, the only thing I looked forward to in Geometry class was seeing her. However, on the final day of my freshman class, after completing my Geometry final, [Her Name] came over and began to converse with me. That one day, we got to know each other better than I know some of my closest friends.
Over the summer between my freshman and sophomore year I did my best to move on, as I believed I would never see [Her Name] again. However, one afternoon, a few days into my sophomore year, I was sitting on the bus, ready to go home, when [Her Name] suddenly walked onto the bus. I immediately recognized her. I was even more surprised when she sat down next to me. A million thoughts rushed though my head: ?It?s her?, ?Should I say something?, ?No, don?t say anything?, ?You will look like a fool if she doesn?t remember.? Just as I had decided not to say anything, [Her Name] turned to me and said, ?Hi, do you remember me?? I was astounded; not only had she remembered, but she even had her doubts that I remembered her. I simply answered, ?Of course I remember, [Her Name], right??
After we talked on the bus ride home that first day, I looked back on the occurrence and I realized something; the odds of [Her Name] and I meeting again were infinitesimally small. So, perhaps this encounter was not a coincidence, but fate. For the next several months, [Her Name], ?[A Slightly Shorter Version of Her Name]?, and I sat together and talked every afternoon. We would talk about almost everything on our ride home; and to my astonishment, on occasion [Her Name] would show what I eventually came to think were signs of affection on our trips home. It was small things like her scooting closer to me as she sat down, and on one occasion, even laying her head on my shoulder, that led me to believe that our paths crossing once again was fated.
However, these joyous days did not last forever. After a few months of getting to know [Her Name], she gave me her email address. I, in my excitement, rushed to my computer to look up her email address; what I found in my search led me to believe that if our meeting was fated, fate was playing a cruel prank on me. After reading the results of my search, I found myself wondering if I should continue to interact with [Her Name]. However, despite the fact that logic and reason told me I should give up, I could not bring myself to stop conversing with [Her Name]. For once in my life, I ignored my innate compulsion to reduce every situation to probabilities, and I listened to what I felt.
I continued to talk to [Her Name] for a few weeks; however, for whatever reason, over those few weeks, she began to sit with me less and less. I could not help but wonder if I was the cause of this. For a while, [Her Name] seemed to avoid sitting with me. I continued to sit in our usual spot, hoping that [Her Name] would come back. Eventually, [Her Name] and I began to talk to one another more and more often. At that point I could have only hoped that one day she could have felt about me the way I had always felt about her." -End of first excerpt.
To continue on from that point, a few weeks after I wrote the above, I finally summoned the courage to email her. The only thing I could manage to type at that point was "Hi". Miraculously, she and I began to correspond after school over Windows Live Messenger, in addition to talking to each other at school and on the bus. Eventually, she began to indicate that she liked me. I tried to tell myself that I was being delusional, but the evidence began to build up that she did indeed like me. Never the less, I kept my feelings to myself. Then, as her Senior year began to draw closer to an end, I slowly began to come to the horrible realization that I would soon never see her again. On her last day at school, I came up to her at dismissal (At that point she had moved and was riding a different bus), told her I'd miss her, and gave her a CD, which contained everything I had ever wanted to tell her or show her. I then waited for several weeks to see if she would say anything in response. After receiving no reaction from the CD, I sent her this email:
[Her Name],
Assuming you have read the contents of the CD, I suppose you may want an explanation of why I chose to share those files with you. I chose to do so, because I feared that those would be the final moments I would ever have to tell you how I have truly felt. In the past, I have had difficulty admitting my feelings to you; however, in recent days, I have come to feel as if I have nothing left to lose. I realize that it may have been a mistake to reveal so much of myself at one time; I simply could not bear to have you leave without knowing the truth. If you would like to talk, you know where to find me. However, if I do not here from you again, I suppose I will understand. Either way, I will never forget you [Her Name]...
Sincerely yours,
-[My Name]
And, after several more weeks of waiting, I got this:
[My Name],
I was suprised by what you gave me...it was sweet...and I thank you for your kind words and incredible thoughtfulness.
Though, I'm sorry that I cannot return your feelings, [My Name]. However, consider my friendship yours.
[Her Name]
I never heard from her again, and yet to this day I still log into Windows Messenger everyday, just to make sure.
