Happy New Year to all! I wish you to be healthy, happy and much loved! Without hesitation, I want to tell you about my unrequited love, which has been going on for 4 years now. I am a girl of 19 and he is 20. We studied in the same high school and met for the first time in 2015. of a cocktail party organized by the school. We were sitting at a table, and at one point I noticed the boy in question constantly looking at me with a naive, sweet look. I liked him a lot and he turned out to be quite a studious, smart and educated boy - I took him as an example and was motivated to study hard and follow my goals. After a short time, I learned that he was tied up, but it was too late because I had sunk a long time ago. I wanted to support him, be by his side and get to know him without ruining his relationship or standing between them. He was happy with his girlfriend, but when he saw me he looked at me with his head bowed, he began to touch his hair, it often happened that we kept our eyes for a long time when we were alone against each other. He often passed the offices where he drove for hours, and I avoided him. I loved him very much, but I always looked at him coldly and withdrawn. I never revealed my feelings because he was engaged and we had a mutual friend who told me how much he was in love with his girlfriend. It wasn't long before they separated, and he finished 12th grade, deciding to study abroad, and I had a hard time coming to terms with his departure and the general thought that I wouldn't see him. He had subsequently changed, been depressed, and successfully celebrated his exams with girls for one night. In this way he caught my eye and I stopped being interested, but I often thought of him. Now we are both students - he is abroad and I am in Sofia, and his current girlfriend is also in the capital. The culmination of this story happened on December 30, I met him on the street while we were walking with our mutual friend. And I found that nothing had changed - he had his back to me and was constantly looking back, and I, as it was, did not always reflect it. On the way out, he shook my hand and said my name. I didn't feel anything as I shook his hand, but I was very surprised, because our mutual friend kept telling me that he didn't even know I existed. I'm not sure I still love him, but the unexperienced feeling, the ignorance of whether it was shared or not, slowly and painfully "kills" me. The culmination of this story happened on December 30, I met him on the street while we were walking with our mutual friend. And I found that nothing had changed - he had his back to me and was constantly looking back, and I, as it was, did not always reflect it. On the way out, he shook my hand and said my name. I didn't feel anything as I shook his hand, but I was very surprised, because our mutual friend kept telling me that he didn't even know I existed. I'm not sure I still love him, but the unexperienced feeling, the ignorance of whether it was shared or not, slowly and painfully "kills" me. The culmination of this story happened on December 30, I met him on the street while we were walking with our mutual friend. And I found that nothing had changed - he had his back to me and was constantly looking back, and I, as it was, did not always reflect it. On the way out, he shook my hand and said my name. I didn't feel anything as I shook his hand, but I was very surprised, because our mutual friend kept telling me that he didn't even know I existed. I'm not sure I still love him, but the unexperienced feeling, the ignorance of whether it was shared or not, slowly and painfully "kills" me. On the way out, he shook my hand and said my name. I didn't feel anything as I shook his hand, but I was very surprised, because our mutual friend kept telling me that he didn't even know I existed. I'm not sure I still love him, but the unexperienced feeling, the ignorance of whether it was shared or not, slowly and painfully "kills" me. On the way out, he shook my hand and said my name. I didn't feel anything as I shook his hand, but I was very surprised, because our mutual friend kept telling me that he didn't even know I existed. I'm not sure I still love him, but the unexperienced feeling, the ignorance of whether it was shared or not, slowly and painfully "kills" me.
1 llusciousb answered
While you were lazy after that, you missed a lot of guys who liked you;)) I can't understand you women - you fall for busy people and then "but nobody likes me". You like them but you don't notice them;))