The Story Of Her:

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A/N:I just wanted to say that this isn't made up. I typed this word for word from my friend's retelling. I will not tell you who this is nor what has happened. This is his story but on wattpad I will not permit any spin offs or copying. I may make this into a book but only time will tell. Enjoy. Also if you are this girl.... I sincerely hope you get your stuff together and either take him off your hook or tell him how you feel. ~THE NERD

So it was three years ago,2010. I had been accepted into the 2010 Mosaic Magazine. I got on my computer one night and saw a message on my Facebook from someone I didn't know. Ummmm the message said something like," I saw your stuff in the Mosaic and it changed my life the better. I have to meet you. This isn't a sexual advance or anything like that, I just have to meet you."

So we set up a meeting at a local bar and when I walked in I saw Her sitting at the bar. I didn't know who she was but I somehow knew it was Her. I could just tell. So I put my book on the counter right next to Her and went to order a drink. I struck up a conversation with Her to find out if she was the right person. We talked about the drinks and she swore that she had met me before, we hung out all night and slept at a professors house. The next day when she brought me home I told her that I hoped she's contact me and she said she would.

That is the last time I saw her until about 6 months later, I guess the next time I saw her she invited me to a Halloween party we had a lot of fun and at the end of the night we passed out in the same place. Together again.

I hoped that I would see her again but it wasn't until a few months later she invited me to Washington D.C with her and few professors from the university. And that's like a whole adventure in its self that I'm not going to go into.

After that trip I started to see her more often. Still only once every few months. I started dating a girl in December of 2011 so in early February I was at work and I was told that I had a visitor. And it was Her. It was Her and I freaked out. When I saw her I hid behind a desk and had to catch my breath. She invited me to her house and I went but I didn't feel right about it about the way I was feeling because I had a girlfriend. I broke up with my girlfriend and I started visiting Her at least once or twice a week. We'd go out and drink and stay up all night.

She thought I was a brilliant writer and I thought she was just a brilliant person. She's a philosophy and neuroscience major. Freakin genius! And things were good. But as many times I told her how I felt she never told me how she felt. She would always just I don't know what she would do but I felt like I had a chance because when I wasn't there she would tell me she missed me she would always lead me on like I had a chance but I knew I didn't. These days she invites me over to sleep on the floor next to her bed while she sleeps with Him. I don't even know his name. He's a professor but he's our age, it's not weird. And she tells me things like I love you and I miss you like I don't just believe that those things mean the same things if they come out of her mouth. But she blows me off and I haven't seen her in months again just like usual.

I tried to move on, I'm still trying, but she always leaves me with a shred of hope. Like telling me, after schools over, after all this is done we can be together. And even though I don't believe it I still try because I love her and I can't change that.

What else do you want to know? Why do I love her? What a weird question. It's not because she's cute, even though she is, she's absolutely beautiful. She's got light brown hair iceberg blue eyes. She doesn't wear make up and she's not fashionable. And her hairs always messy. She's got freckles and a big sexy brain. And my favorite is when she walks. Well when she walks and talks but I love it when she walks. Her hips! Her chin is always looking up. Always looking up. She's an optimistic pessimist. She walks so dainty like every step she takes is on a rose petal. That she's trying not to damage. She doesn't bounce, she glides. And I remember how her eyes catch mine for just a second over a coffee mug while she takes a sip. (A/N: I can see the love for Her in his eyes as he says this and I know its real.)

But I couldn't ever I could never be in a.... I never was really..... But for a time... I actually thought I had a chance. I don't know what else to tell you. She always worries about stupid, stupid things. And I feel like if I were the kind of guy to tell a woman what she thinks that I could have had Her. But I would never do that. You can't put a leash on something that's free... well I can't. I never could. That's my lost love, I guess, my lost love... I guess it's lost. I still feel it. She says she did but I've always doubted that. (A/N: sadness appears behind the love in his eyes every time and I know that she did this to him.)

Maybe one day I'll find someone who makes me feel the way she does.... Maybe... maybe...she'll be better. Maybe she'll actually love me back. But now... now I have nothing. Just a friend that I never see and a love I can never have. (A/n: there's sadness in him that I see even when he's around others and is happy he's not truly happy because he's thinking of her.)

The last time if talked to her about it was... So like yesterday. Yesterday if get a message from my friend. He's asking me if I want to hang out with her. So I say of course, yea sure, and in my head I've already told my self, "Just friends obviously not what she's looking for." So my friend tells me...she's twenty minutes away. I tell him I have to go to work from 4:00 until like 2:40. So I'm running around my house collecting all the poems I wrote last time she read anything I wrote. So she never shows up. I put all my stuff in a folder and write her a letter. uhh I send her a message on Facebook telling her I have a thing for her at the apartment that she can come pick it up and I wedge it underneath the door... she never showed up. I came home my roommates had taken the letter, the folder and had put it back inside and so every time it's like an allegory for our relationship.

Every time. Every time she gives me a little hope. I'm always just left wondering when she's going to appear. And I've waited for her. So it doesn't matter if she knows because its not... It's not going to change anything. It's like its one sided, maybe one and a half sided. And I'm an idiot. And as much as I want to stop believing in the chance. I can't. And it's not like it's the idea of her that I admire, it's her. Ugg what was I thinking? What was I going to say? I've written so many things to her. Other women read them and they wish they had that, that I had written it to them. That they had some one to write these sorts of things to them. But I have run out of words. I've run out of things to say.

All I'm left with is a feeling. An empty hole where my heart used to be. It pumps blood for no reason. No reason at all. A lot of girls have tried. A lot of girls have tried to win my heart. It just doesn't work like..... I broke up with someone for her. And I've denied ten times that many. For the memory of her so what does that make me? An idiot? A hopeless romantic? Sad? Its not that she even makes me feel good it's that she makes me feel things, indescribable things.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 25, 2017 ⏰

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