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My own saddest story
-EH
Do you know the feeling of working so hard to get something? Then maybe you also know the feeling is a hundred times better when you achieve it, the feeling of finally succeeding. This isn’t just a typical sad love story it’s a true story and its my story.
How should I begin? When I was in middle school I had very few friends id any cause I guess I was just more of a quite kind of kid, actually it was worst it was more like me being the short kid that got picked on by the cool kids. Up until I started high school I didn’t have any friends other then family friends that all didn’t live in Nevada, let alone talk to a girl in fact I got picked on by girls so as you can see I wasn’t the most popular kid growing up. As I got into high school I made some really close friends that are still dear to me till this day.
As I grew up day by day I wanted what every young man wanted, a girlfriend. Harder then It sounds, I got rejected more times then I have fingers but it was okay because I started t get use to it after awhile and just learn to move on. Okay here comes the good part and this is where my story begins.
::The most beautiful girl::
The very first night I met this girl she looked like she wanted to be Nelly because of the bandaid she had on her face. I really don’t know how to explain how I felt the very first time I felt for her but it was a good feeling a very good one. She was slim, beautiful, and silly as simple as they may sound it was much more then that. I thought in my head that damn this girl would be worth any trouble it took to get to know her a little more. So it began I started to talk to her and well I wasn’t too shocked that she had a beautiful personality because when I first met her In my little head I already imagined her with one. Slowly I threw in more and more heart in getting to know her and I guess you could say I wanted this girl and what more could any one man ask for. During the time I started getting to know her I was deathly afraid of messing things up and scare her away because I think Ive done that my share of times when I was a bit younger. At the time she did have a boyfriend but that didn’t shock me either because she was like a parking spot all the good ones are taken. I started to question myself if I should stop talking to her because she did have someone already but I guess I found some way around my conscience and told myself if they were that strongly in love no one could break them up and then I slowly built the courage to keep talking to her by self motivation and talking to myself saying “ don’t give up loser” or don’t fail if you let this girl go you will regret it.
::The start or my mission::
I remember at the time her boyfriend was a well uhm Im going to say butthead but I really mean a little trick ass bitch. But like all good things must come to an end except I don’t think he was a good thing. So they broke up and nothing made me more happy at the time but call it bad timing because not long after they broke up I had to go on a family trip to Thailand for 18days and I dreaded it and tried finding many ways out of it but to no luck I was stuck and leaving in a few days. I was a bit upset because I been trying to get with this girl for several months I was scared my chance would slip away I was scared someone else would sweep her off her feet while I was gone, so I made it a routine to call her daily as I was away but of course knowing my shitty luck I wouldn’t make it back in time before she did meet someone new to take her away from my arms. Finally my stupid trip was half over and I could go back home soon cause I did miss her a lot. As the heavens above and almighty god would bless me during my last ten days she really did meet someone, someone that really did take her away from me. So once again I was out of luck and had the feeling of something that you tried for months to get taken away from you in a mere ten days and someone you put so much heart into with someone else again. I didn’t blame her at all It was all in all my fault I know im not good looking or the best person alive and that she could find someone better in a heartbeat. So now Im stuck in some foreign country miserable feeling hurt and alone I lost all my confidence and went all emo I beat myself up about it pretty bad and the sadder part was I spent all the money I saved to buy her a lot of presents on this trip but I don’t regret because I think all those presents were still worth at least One smile from her. I did get that smile I hoped for but I still felt sad and happy , sad she wasn’t mine and she didn’t wait for me but happy because she found someone that makes her happy that really was a weird mix of feelings. Well as time went on I told myself to forget and move on in a way. I started talking to this new girl about all my problems and it was messed up because she liked me but I just used her as a float. How far things got with this girl I didn’t really care but things were going okay and I was starting to feel better, Then I got a call from the girl I had true feelings for and she told me “Me and that guy broke up” . To be totally honest I had 30 things go off in my head at once like Why is she calling me?, am I just some nice gullable rebound to her?, but the other side of me really wanted to know If she was alright , was she okay, did she want me to kill that guy. Well I did what any normal person would do which is protect themselves from getting hurt then acted cold towards her like I didn’t care but in fact I really did care like care A lot a lot. So after a couple days i got a message from her saying I was mean and I think she said fake..! the message blew my mind. It made me ask myself why am I being like this, well I gave in and called her to hang out. When we hung out I really did have a blast because doing anything with her was the same as long as I was with her nothing else mattered and to me I thought of that hang out as a date regardless if she did or not. I remember that date very well I took her to the pool hall I always goto to shoot and I remember saying that if I won this game she had to marry me and every game I won after that is how many kids we were gonna have. By the time we were done shooting I was gonna have a wife and 4 kids. So as I was taking her home that night to her brothers house I walked her to the door but no one was home and she didn’t have a key so she ended up sleeping over at my house. My parents made her sleep in the guest room cause they are gay -_- I really did want to hug her to sleep but couldn’t. While I was sleeping I remember her sneaking into my room, needless to say uhm I got alittle excited with this beautiful girl on my bed and I wanted to play a little? K that sounds innocent enough but before we did anything I had to ask her out I didn’t want her to feel bad about it after or make her look bad. When this all happened I was half asleep and as I woke up the next morning it all just seemed like a dream I imagined and I literally woke up to see if she was really there and was she really mine all mine. She was! And I was really truly happy well we got dressed and went out to Chinatown for the annual festival and had a good time so for the next couple days I couldn’t believe that I was this lucky but after the first couple days we didn’t really have anymore dates because her parents kept her home and didn’t let her go out but that didn’t stop me from going to see her every single day. Staying home or going out was all the same to me as long as she was by my side and the time I was lucky enough to have with her was definitely irreplaceable. I remember always helping out her mom around the house, driving out to the movies with her mom too, and watching classic movies at her house.