A crush is such a painful thing. I hated it. I hated it so much. There was this longing for me to stalk him down and ask him to be mine, but on the other side of the coin, I had no nerve to make a move.
These thoughts were filling my head as I aimlessly walked home after work, wandering who that gift was for.
If he had a girlfriend, then should I be jealous? I mean, I barely knew the boy. As usual, I went home and over thought the situation, even told Dina.
"Maybe it's for his mother?" Dina consoled over the phone and I huffed.
"Maybe," I murmured, "but he's sooo cute"
"If only you'd asked for his name at least, you piece of shit. You know, God gave you the ability to talk, right?" She sounded exasperated. I rolled my eyes.
What made things harder were all the scenarios I'd created in my head about this boy, about how we'd fall in love.
I'm a stupid girl.
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The Consequences of Chance Meetings
Short StoryThey first met at a bus stop, completely by accident. The few stolen glances slowly snowballed into brief conversations which slowly bloomed into something more. They never were supposed to fall for one another, but that boy somehow melted her ice w...
