Zeonx
March 8th, 2014, 05:48 PM
Smelling her sweet scent, I write this as she's the only person/thing I think about. This is the story of how I met the person whom I believe is my soulmate, so if you're into reading these kinda' stuff and giving advice, go on. If not, well, that's all that this post is.
It all started during my first year in highschool. I met Sara -and yes I'm using a fake name- through mutual friends. Quickly, I had fallen in love. So quick that I remember it as the proverbial love from the first sight thing, or whatever. Days gone by and I became crazy. I was in love.
Before you guys start thinking why I hadn't asked this girl out at that point, let me tell you a bit about my background then I'll get back to narrating this cheesy story. I'm from Egypt. Here, we deal with things differently. To avoid a lengthy explanation of how things go here, let me just tell you that you don't ask the girl you like out in Egypt. You at least have to wait until you're officially together, to start dating. And we also don't have sex before marriage, but that's a different story.
I started to know more about Sara. The more I learnt, the deeply I fell. She was smart, beautiful, and every other damn thing that any sane boy would look for in a girl. She also played basketball and had dedicated her entire life to training and studying. Oh I forgot to mention that she was cool. Not the hipster kinda' cool, but the cool kinda' cool. I had so much fun talking to her.
Then, I started showing my affection, hoping, like any other teenager in love hopes, that she'd feel the same way I do. I didn't go and admit my feelings right away. I decided to throw in some hints, see how she react, and pick my moment.
Sara is a very conservative girl. She also has an overprotective older brother whom she just adores. All my interactions with her during grade 10 were through face to face conversations in school; no texting, no phone calls, just her beautiful face in front mine. She also had a cousin of hers whom she went to school every day with. I made friends with that dude so I can walk with them after school each day. They only walked from the school to the main street where they'd take a taxi. I'd walk with them.
It took so much courage for a guy as shy as me to say what I used to say, but I did anyway. I didn't care. I used to tell her how beautiful she was and how happy I was the days we walked that short destination alone. I used to be very happy the days her cousin skipped school; it meant we'd spend more time alone.
It was all perfect at that point. We weren't dating, nor had she said anything to show affection towards me, but I accepted what I was getting. I felt that one day we might actually be together. I felt that I was close to the most beautiful thing to have ever happen to any guy out there. All until I made a huge mistake.
No, it is not what you're thinking. I didn't change my mind or chase some other girl. All I did was that I couldn't wait any longer. I couldn't be just friends any longer. I wanted to tell her that I loved her and hear the same holy words bounce back at me. So, I added a friend of hers on Facebook, made friends with that girl, and told her that I loved Sara. I sought here help, but she destroyed everything. I hadn't known her at all, so I don't blame that girl. She, however, told almost the whole school about how I felt. Rumors had gone rampant.
You can easily imagine what had happened afterwards: She learns of the rumors surrounding her and me. Her cousin learns as well. He becomes furious. She tells me that I had crossed my lines and that I should stay away from here. Every bad thing that could happen actually did.
I decided to stay away from her. I didn't wanna cause her anymore trouble. I also had known that she had hated me, so I just took the feelings I had never known existed and left. That's how the first year in high school ended.
If you're still interested in this, there is more, much more, to come. If not, thanks for reading this far.
We're now in grade 11, I hadn't heard anything from Sara throughout the summer vacation. I've also tried to forget about her, which I did, even if for a short while.
In this part of my story, it is worth noting that Sara has changed a little. She's now less conservative. Oh, she also has a boyfriend. He's the villain of my story. The Joker to my Batman if you will.
Amr is a 24 year old college dude. Teaches kids basketball and has a seemingly bright future. He promises Sara everything. He makes it seem like a fairytale. He explains how he wants to marry her and live happily ever after. She falls for it. They start dating. I emotionally die.
The first two quarters of the year pass like this. Nothing big happens, nothing too important. Later this year, Sara and I start becoming friends. Just friends again. We start texting on Whatsapp. We become really close. Only problem is that she has a boyfriend and I'm friendzoned. I accepted that. Whenever the thought of us dating came up, I pushed it right outside my head. For at that point I believed, like I believe as I type this, that we'll never be together. Finally, grade 11 ends.
We only get closer to each other during the summer, but I never see here in person.
Fast forward through the summer. We're now on the verge of our senior high school year. She and I have never been closer; we're best friends. Problems now start to arise between Amr and her. One day they're together, the other, they broke up. This goes on and on until they eventually break up. Who would have thought?
She claims that she's now broken and that she doesn't wanna trust any other guys anymore, for Amr has been her first boyfriend. Yet, she and I reach that point that we talk every second of everyday. We had even started making phone calls and chatting about god knows what. Hell, we started watching movies together. Romantic ones. It kinda' felt that we were not friends anymore. It kinda' felt that we were reaching that point where friendship turns into a full-fledged relationship, if such point even exists. It was great. I was happy. I felt that she was too.
Time went by however and I started feeling like she was losing interest. She claims that she's always busy with training and going to the gym, and she truly was. We only talked for like an hour or two a day, which is not enough comparing how much we used to talk back in the day. I, then, start feeling overly attached while she is just making excuses for why she don't have any time for me.
I'm now put in that place where I have absolutely no idea how she feels. My birthday comes, which she had been reminding me of for 3 months or so before it. She demands to see me. It is like a short date, in which she will give me my 'surprise' gift.
I, eventually, meet up with her. She looks stunning. Perfect in fact. I had never laid eyes on such beauty. If only she knew how much I loved her..
She hands over the gift. We talk for 6 minutes- yes they were exactly six- and we leave. It was the best thing to have ever happened to me, seeing her that is. I went home, opened my gift, and it was one novel she and I had been talking about. It meant a lot to me. It was also put in a box which she sprayed with so much perfume. The perfume she was wearing the day I saw her. That explains how I'm writing this as I smell her scent.
I have today reached the point where I cannot stop thinking. I'm going crazy, why else would I be writing this if I hadn't already gone crazy?
I finally decide that if she cares for me, she would want me in her life just as much as I do. Based on that, I decide that I tell her that I'll be giving my phone to my older brother so that I can focus on studying, meaning that I wouldn't be talking to her for a long, long time to come. She tries to talk me out of it, but finally gives up cause she can't stand in the way of my quest to achieve good grades. Only god knows though that I would choose her over my future any day of the goddamn week.
We hadn't talked for a day now, exactly 24 hours now. I miss her already. I miss her like I've never missed anyone before. I wish I could see here, even if from a distance. I wish I could tell her how I felt. Hell, I wish I could scream and shout, not like Britney though, telling the whole world how I felt.
This might all be just a crush. I don't know. I can't guarantee much. All I can truly say is that I would do anything for a chance. A chance to prove that the only thing I want, right now, is to kneel before her and ask her to live with me for years to come, forever, If such thing exists.
I can't stop thinking. Her smell ignites my feelings and I just can't help but have the urge to cry. I know that I've never felt like this towards anyone and probably never will. I'm helpless and desperate.
I don't know what to do. I really don't. What would you do?
Thanks for reading.
It all started during my first year in highschool. I met Sara -and yes I'm using a fake name- through mutual friends. Quickly, I had fallen in love. So quick that I remember it as the proverbial love from the first sight thing, or whatever. Days gone by and I became crazy. I was in love.
Before you guys start thinking why I hadn't asked this girl out at that point, let me tell you a bit about my background then I'll get back to narrating this cheesy story. I'm from Egypt. Here, we deal with things differently. To avoid a lengthy explanation of how things go here, let me just tell you that you don't ask the girl you like out in Egypt. You at least have to wait until you're officially together, to start dating. And we also don't have sex before marriage, but that's a different story.
I started to know more about Sara. The more I learnt, the deeply I fell. She was smart, beautiful, and every other damn thing that any sane boy would look for in a girl. She also played basketball and had dedicated her entire life to training and studying. Oh I forgot to mention that she was cool. Not the hipster kinda' cool, but the cool kinda' cool. I had so much fun talking to her.
Then, I started showing my affection, hoping, like any other teenager in love hopes, that she'd feel the same way I do. I didn't go and admit my feelings right away. I decided to throw in some hints, see how she react, and pick my moment.
Sara is a very conservative girl. She also has an overprotective older brother whom she just adores. All my interactions with her during grade 10 were through face to face conversations in school; no texting, no phone calls, just her beautiful face in front mine. She also had a cousin of hers whom she went to school every day with. I made friends with that dude so I can walk with them after school each day. They only walked from the school to the main street where they'd take a taxi. I'd walk with them.
It took so much courage for a guy as shy as me to say what I used to say, but I did anyway. I didn't care. I used to tell her how beautiful she was and how happy I was the days we walked that short destination alone. I used to be very happy the days her cousin skipped school; it meant we'd spend more time alone.
It was all perfect at that point. We weren't dating, nor had she said anything to show affection towards me, but I accepted what I was getting. I felt that one day we might actually be together. I felt that I was close to the most beautiful thing to have ever happen to any guy out there. All until I made a huge mistake.
No, it is not what you're thinking. I didn't change my mind or chase some other girl. All I did was that I couldn't wait any longer. I couldn't be just friends any longer. I wanted to tell her that I loved her and hear the same holy words bounce back at me. So, I added a friend of hers on Facebook, made friends with that girl, and told her that I loved Sara. I sought here help, but she destroyed everything. I hadn't known her at all, so I don't blame that girl. She, however, told almost the whole school about how I felt. Rumors had gone rampant.
You can easily imagine what had happened afterwards: She learns of the rumors surrounding her and me. Her cousin learns as well. He becomes furious. She tells me that I had crossed my lines and that I should stay away from here. Every bad thing that could happen actually did.
I decided to stay away from her. I didn't wanna cause her anymore trouble. I also had known that she had hated me, so I just took the feelings I had never known existed and left. That's how the first year in high school ended.
If you're still interested in this, there is more, much more, to come. If not, thanks for reading this far.
We're now in grade 11, I hadn't heard anything from Sara throughout the summer vacation. I've also tried to forget about her, which I did, even if for a short while.
In this part of my story, it is worth noting that Sara has changed a little. She's now less conservative. Oh, she also has a boyfriend. He's the villain of my story. The Joker to my Batman if you will.
Amr is a 24 year old college dude. Teaches kids basketball and has a seemingly bright future. He promises Sara everything. He makes it seem like a fairytale. He explains how he wants to marry her and live happily ever after. She falls for it. They start dating. I emotionally die.
The first two quarters of the year pass like this. Nothing big happens, nothing too important. Later this year, Sara and I start becoming friends. Just friends again. We start texting on Whatsapp. We become really close. Only problem is that she has a boyfriend and I'm friendzoned. I accepted that. Whenever the thought of us dating came up, I pushed it right outside my head. For at that point I believed, like I believe as I type this, that we'll never be together. Finally, grade 11 ends.
We only get closer to each other during the summer, but I never see here in person.
Fast forward through the summer. We're now on the verge of our senior high school year. She and I have never been closer; we're best friends. Problems now start to arise between Amr and her. One day they're together, the other, they broke up. This goes on and on until they eventually break up. Who would have thought?
She claims that she's now broken and that she doesn't wanna trust any other guys anymore, for Amr has been her first boyfriend. Yet, she and I reach that point that we talk every second of everyday. We had even started making phone calls and chatting about god knows what. Hell, we started watching movies together. Romantic ones. It kinda' felt that we were not friends anymore. It kinda' felt that we were reaching that point where friendship turns into a full-fledged relationship, if such point even exists. It was great. I was happy. I felt that she was too.
Time went by however and I started feeling like she was losing interest. She claims that she's always busy with training and going to the gym, and she truly was. We only talked for like an hour or two a day, which is not enough comparing how much we used to talk back in the day. I, then, start feeling overly attached while she is just making excuses for why she don't have any time for me.
I'm now put in that place where I have absolutely no idea how she feels. My birthday comes, which she had been reminding me of for 3 months or so before it. She demands to see me. It is like a short date, in which she will give me my 'surprise' gift.
I, eventually, meet up with her. She looks stunning. Perfect in fact. I had never laid eyes on such beauty. If only she knew how much I loved her..
She hands over the gift. We talk for 6 minutes- yes they were exactly six- and we leave. It was the best thing to have ever happened to me, seeing her that is. I went home, opened my gift, and it was one novel she and I had been talking about. It meant a lot to me. It was also put in a box which she sprayed with so much perfume. The perfume she was wearing the day I saw her. That explains how I'm writing this as I smell her scent.
I have today reached the point where I cannot stop thinking. I'm going crazy, why else would I be writing this if I hadn't already gone crazy?
I finally decide that if she cares for me, she would want me in her life just as much as I do. Based on that, I decide that I tell her that I'll be giving my phone to my older brother so that I can focus on studying, meaning that I wouldn't be talking to her for a long, long time to come. She tries to talk me out of it, but finally gives up cause she can't stand in the way of my quest to achieve good grades. Only god knows though that I would choose her over my future any day of the goddamn week.
We hadn't talked for a day now, exactly 24 hours now. I miss her already. I miss her like I've never missed anyone before. I wish I could see here, even if from a distance. I wish I could tell her how I felt. Hell, I wish I could scream and shout, not like Britney though, telling the whole world how I felt.
This might all be just a crush. I don't know. I can't guarantee much. All I can truly say is that I would do anything for a chance. A chance to prove that the only thing I want, right now, is to kneel before her and ask her to live with me for years to come, forever, If such thing exists.
I can't stop thinking. Her smell ignites my feelings and I just can't help but have the urge to cry. I know that I've never felt like this towards anyone and probably never will. I'm helpless and desperate.
I don't know what to do. I really don't. What would you do?
Thanks for reading.