First of all, I want to greet you a happy birthday and I hope you are having the best years of your life. This is a story of my long-time crush, and how I am still madly in love her. If I were to discribe her, she’s every guy a girl cannot easily get. She’s very beautiful as gem.
I met her back in highschool. I was a 3rd year student, the most nerdiest and most bullied person ever existed in that school. She’s different, she’s pretty, kind, generous, a loving friend, smart, funny, talented, and athletic. She’s a packaged. I met her and became we good friends until I became a varsity player for volleyball as she enjoy supporting her friends playing in the game. A year later I quit playing volleyball and then became a tennis player, only to find out we’re playing the same sports. Our friendship grew better. We play and train together for tennis practice with our team. Sometimes we bump into each other during school days. I was never a popular good looking guy in highschool, in fact I was one of the outcasted and never noticed. But we’re friends, and that’s kinda good.
Fourth year period came, and we still play tennis. The year also I realized I liked her. Fast forward in to trying to make some moves for me express my feelings for her, I tried ro give her some flowers before Christmas vacation. Each class celebrates their Christmas party and we can invite other levels to come with the party. After the party ended, I tried to give her some flowers, but I was late because I already saw a guy from her class’ counter section gave her a bouquet. I then realize I had no chance after all, and wondered who am I for her to be liked with. I think she liked the guy too, so I went off and just forget everything. I throw the flowers back to where I picked it in our school’s garden.
February came. It’s Junior Senior Prom month, with dance practice and everything highschooler are dreaming of. And that was the first time I saw her dance. She’s a beauty and the world seemed to stop it’s movement at everybody looked at her. She’s very pretty tho, in everything she does. JS Prom date came, we were all given a chance to dance with anyone who we wanted to dance with at the after party. So obviously, I went to her. The song Enchanted by Taylor Swift unexpectedly came after I asked her to dance with me, luckily she agreed. It was everything. She’s lovely - and I’m ugly as fuck. We danced like it was all I could ask God for. She’s all calm and telling me how’s her day and how she enjoyed everything, and I was melting and all sweaty. That was the day I realized I liked her a lot and she’s very beautiful up close wearing her beautiful smiles with me. As the party is about to end, I hand her a white rose told her to keep it as a memory of this day. She genuinely accepted it, and I was blushing, and everyone around us started cheering me up for her and yelling “yieeee” and “Ang pula mo na Gen! HAHAHAA.” She’s all laughing at me, and I think that’s beautiful, she is beautiful. I told her, she’s the only dance I had, first and last. She told me I was sweet and cute. Wtf I was cute??? I was the ugliest dance you had for the night, with mildly loose black suits and pink top long sleeves, my hair was still fixed tho but I’m all around sweating because of her. The day ended, I texted her a “Thank you for then dance and I enjoyed it” message. Months after, I graduated and left the school and I never met her in person ever again.
College arrived, I’ve changed. Changed my looks and everything. Basically I evolved, and tried to looked good somehow. One day, I went out with my tennis team, not expecting her to come but she did. That was the day I saw her again. Moving on, we casually talked like how we used to, and everyone in the team knows I like her, and it was casually fine because she also knows that I like her. Randomly, she brought back the prom day and the white rose, she’s said that she kept in one of her book all those time. I was surprised, and fell in love with that. And that’s all for that to keep with me.
And then everything goes on. We never met again in person. All I can have with her are the memories we had, and the good days we spent as good friends. She’s still beautiful as ever the day I met her and lost contact with her. Happy birthday again, Gem. :)