I met him in a workshop. A drama workshop. He was in my class but I never noticed him before may be because he was in another section. I was sort of an introvert one. Did not really know how to mingle with people and all.... anyway it was not a love at first sight thing. I really did not know when I started falling for him. It doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love him. I really really love him. For the first year I thought it was an infatuation, it'll go away. But after three years my heart still beats faster whenever I see him. He just makes my day by sending just a little text. And it hurts so much knowing that I could never have him. He is really good looking. and compared to him I am just a potato. I never saw anything in his eyes for me. I mean for the first couple of months I tried to impress him. But then I gave up. Just being with him makes my day.

I met him in a workshop. A drama workshop. He was in my class but I never noticed him before may be because he was in another section. I was sort of an introvert one. Did not really know how to mingle with people and all.... anyway it was not a love at first sight thing. I really did not know when I started falling for him. It doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love him. I really really love him. For the first year I thought it was an infatuation, it'll go away. But after three years my heart still beats faster whenever I see him. He just makes my day by sending just a little text. And it hurts so much knowing that I could never have him. He is really good looking. and compared to him I am just a potato. I never saw anything in his eyes for me. I mean for the first couple of months I tried to impress him. But then I gave up. Just being with him makes my day.
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