The Power Of My Love

Shortly after I turned 16 (May 2010), I met a 17-year-old girl. Over time, we became very good friends, but I fell in love with her. She was with another boy and I didn't dare tell her anything, and I still wasn't sure how I felt about her. She was him, and she shared everything with me, she didn't trust him. After a few months, they separated. I started to be more open with her, I shared everything, I listened to her, I supported her, we went out very often together. She also shared a lot with me and was free. I listened to her and watched with great interest. For a long time I wondered if I should reveal my feelings. It was months of real torment. "Will she understand me Will it work? What if she doesn't accept? I can't know if I don't ask her." All these thoughts went through my head, and very often it happened to me to sleep only about two or three hours a day. The reason was reflection on her and the very moment of revelation. I finally decided. A few days after welcoming 2012, I shared my thrills. She cut me off culturally, telling me that our friendship is very strong and should not be ruined. She told me that I was an extremely important person to her. I have to forget about it, but we remain friends. I agreed, promising to forget. Well, many days have passed since then and in none of them do I wake up and fall asleep without thinking about her. This year she graduated and went to study in the capital. We are good friends again, but with the difference that I feel close to her. It's hard for me without her. But when I remember that I have been in love with her for two and a half years and she knows it, I calm down. And I hope next year,