What will happen if you mix a shy guy and a really pretty girl?

The life of an introverted teenager is a little bit demanding. But, I think the rest of it is quite bearable. A mere conversation is somewhat to an ordeal to us. We don’t really like big groups and we tend to have our conversations to our closest friends.

But you wouldn’t expect one to have a girlfriend, right?

Well’ I didn’t expect to have one too.

An average, everyday guy would describe his “love” as his “one”, or maybe as his “blossoming flower by the moon” or something… But I describe her as a greedy, bitch in whom I love. Yeah she’s pretty, cute, smart, but she packs a punch, I mean-she really punches hard

and I think my bruise is also pretty… pretty big.

You would find us as the complete opposite. She’s a “small” girl, top of the class, and as you know very smart, her skin-completely smooth, her eyes-perfect and her body has   rockin’ curves… I might’ve got out of topic, or have I?

In contrast to me though, I’m tall and as you’ve already know, I’m not really “that smart” a-a-a-nd let’s just say my physical features are as not as attractive as you would expect.

If a conversation erupts from other people, it usually involves with us being the exact opposite or maybe it involves by the saying “Opposites attract.” But in my opinion they’re just jealous ‘cause they don’t have a SWEET girlfriend.

How she fell for me, and I for her, I might never know. But I have conjured several thesis that might explain:

1.My knowledge of music- I just held a guitar and played a chord.

2.My way with words- “Omlette ‘du fromage”

3.And lastly, love is just blind.- Is it possible she sees something different in me? I                      just              hope it isn’t in disgust.

You know, sometimes I think of her “doings” as a dare, or maybe some sort of MEGA bullying, you know, a doing that could scar you for life (maybe push you towards a building or something). Because they hate you, you’re different, you’re the black sheep and they’re the white sheep, you are the bottom of the pecking order and they have the right to push you around.

With all these bully talk, I remember the time when I punched my bully in his face. His tooth detached and blood started to gush out. I got scared (of the teacher especially) and immediately escorted him to the clinic. A feeling of delight and panic surged throughout my body. After that, I was really happy and got too let off some steam but I ended up in the principal’s office and got suspended for a day… WORTH IT!

NOW I HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF TOPIC…

As I was saying, she’s beautiful and I’m not and I have doubts that she really loves me.

But I have doubts of my doubts. I realize that she was my best friend for two years before I finally “succumb” to her charm. It means that I have gotten the chance to really know her and I did.

When we got to know each other (by the first year we met), we were calling each other as pal, bro, or friend. But then I realized we just friendzoned each other. When I did, I just ignored it since, you know, we wanted to remain it in THAT way.

Some how or another, friend eventually turned into girlfriend and I’m happy.

Still, rumors lurk around that we should break up; we should never be together… it always screams out, and it’s always loud, good thing we’re both deaf (it’s still a metaphor okay?).

I don’t know if it bothers her and I never dared to ask (being an introvert might’ve contributed to that).

So… here we are… you made it here… I hope you understand… When will I stop doing this, “…” I don’t really know… but hear this…

I might marry her someday.