Story Time 1 

From the moment I saw you, I thought you were beautiful. How the white petals of the magnolia blossoms clung to your black hair; the serene expression on your face. It made my heart flutter. Through some stroke of luck, I ended up in the same class as you. You sat two rows in front of me. At the time I didn’t even know your name, but I thought that just seeing the back of your head would make me happy. Somehow, you found the occasion to talk to me, your natural kindness shocked me. Somehow, you decided to become my friend. I didn’t deserve it, but despite knowing this, I couldn’t deny you. Those effortless smiles you gave me became my weakness. As we became closer, I grew to love you more and more. The way you get angry for the sake of others, the way you’ll always root for the losing team, the way you’re always so determined to study but fall asleep halfway through anyway, the way you borrow money we both know you’ll never return anyway. Everything about you, even the bad things, even the things that annoy me. I love them all. You were always popular with girls, and it made me jelous, but you never held down a girlfriend. I always wondered why. Perhaps you thought you were too irresponsible to keep her happy. Sometimes, the thought would slip into my mind that you wanted me, but I know that’s nothing more than a pipe dream. There’s no way someone like you could ever love someone like me. I’ve thought of this more than I can count and I’ve considered telling you this more than I can bear to remember. I love you, but it hurts so much. Seeing your smile is enough to get me through the day, but I cant bear the fact that the same smile will never be given out of love. If I told you this, how would you feel? Would you bee disgusted? Would you stop talking to me? Would our friendship end? Would I never be able to talk to you again? Would I never be able to see that smile again? The pain these thoughts cause is unbearable. I’d rather deal with this pain forever than lose you. You’re everything to me, if I lost you, I’d be less than nothing. It terrifies me, scares me to the point that even in the off-chance you feel the same way, the thought of rejection will keep me from ever speaking. After all, how could a man like you love a guy like me?