The One That Didn't Get Away

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Liam

I have to say that meeting Sophie was the craziest experience I've gone through. And I can honestly say, I truly don't regret a second.

I have gone to school with Sophie ever since third grade, when she moved here. I could count on one hand the number of words she'd spoken to me, and I could see that she could too.

I saw her here and there. We were never in the same class. I thought she was pretty, but I never had an actual crush on her or anything.

The thing about Sophie is that she's scared of what people think, but she gives you that aura that she doesn't care.

She has long blonde hair that she wears in a ponytail, and hazel eyes that turn greener by the day. She's short, but won't let you bully her about it. She's slightly underweight, and as hard as she tries, she can never bring it up.

Her personality is something else, though. She can fool around for hours, but it would take her forever to talk about her real feelings. She sometimes would act heartless, just to protect herself from real feelings. I never asked her why she was scared to live them.

The one time I asked, she looked like she was going to cry. I let it drop.

She can also be quiet. It's scary how quiet she can be when she wants to. She just looks at you with her eyes, and you feel scared. For her, not of her.

She is sporty. She swims 6 times a week. Her parents are almost never home. I'm pretty sure they don't think of her as their daughter. I don't think they ever did.

She knows this.

Sometimes my friends would talk about her in class. Something like she had sassed them.

I didn't belive them. She was too shy, and later on sweet, around me to be that way.

In the eighth grade, my friend Lori became something like best friends with her. She introduced me to her, and as shy as she was, I thought that I could never actually speak to her.

Forward to November this year. I was texting her, and she asks the one god damn question: who do you like?

I stare at the screen, unsure. Who do I like?

I knew it was her, but I still didn't say anything. I left the conversation.

I still regret not telling her.