Is it his personality or his zodiac sign

Chapter 1

If you happen to have a crazy crush on the a guy during High School or in college, junior high, or even just from random place, this is the place to get the most relatable side of your story and even you crush's side of his story.

Personally I visited thousands of website concerning his zodiac sign. Well back then, me being 15-16 year old wasn't as open minded as I was right now. I was so deeply buried in the imagination that I have of him that I couldn't possibly act proper each time I saw him.

He is  a sagittarius, and based on what I have read so far, he loves freedom and can't stay still in one place and loves to adventure and dive into new experience possibly everyday. Sagittarius men don't like jealousy and it's really hard to tell what they're thinking just by looking at their expression. Whenever I saw him I always can't read him, it is just so blank. My friends tell me that it is because I am so consumed by him that I am unable to read his mind. And yes I usually can tell easily how a person is by just observing them for a little while. That for me I think is an advantage because I can choose the type of friends I want to make. But for him it's nothing, I could confidently say that he is the most unpredictable person that I have ever known in my life.

Him being sagittarius makes my life so much more complicated than it should. He thinks that hanging out with multiple girls is not considered cheating. They are the type to pursue you at one moment and leave the second you show interest back. They disappear for weeks at a time and suddenly comes back into your life. I wonder if it is a test from god for me to fall for such a guy.

Without realizing I started to adapt to his personality and even tried to imitate those outgoing, show off girls. That really ate me away since I am reserved and like to keep my intelligent thoughts to my self. In  a class he is the one that isn't shy to do whatever he wants. Whether he eats or makes jokes or comes to class looking like model one day and homeless the next day but still looking flawless.

While I was going through so much during my freshman year in hs, i transferred to a different high school. I kept getting into second round(the system in NYC is choosing bunch of high school and listing in order) and if you don't get into your first round, you have to choose from high schools that is leftover which is most of the time new high schools, lousy high school, or just the ones that are small and nice enough to accept most applicants.

I put down that high school my friend recommended me and little did I know that I would get in there and meet the person whom I'm going to have a crush for 5 years and still going. I stepped into my new high school after I transferred and I though i was late because I was super early and made it to 8 am. I went to their office and they gave me my schedule and my first class was english and it started at 9 am,

That meant I had to wait about an hour. I didn't know what to do because everyone was in class and there was nowhere to go and the ones that started in 9 am didn't arrive yet. I didn't know anyone, not a single soul, just except Na whom i was with in my old high school but I had no idea where she was. We stopped talked during second semester in freshman year because of what I was going through. I went to the staircase and sat and waited. I was already going through panic attacks and depression, so the quiet narrow staircase didn't sit well with me.

I felt so emotionally overwhelmed and tears started flowing down. I couldn't stop myself and It was super hard to breathe. I wore my sunglasses to cover myself just in case someone passes by and sees my crying. I felt so lonely and lost. Suddenly a teacher passed by a staircase and asked me if i was ok and I said Im ok and he just left me alone. Now I think back I think he knew I was crying and that time I didn't know that your not really suppose to sit on staircase while everyone else was just having a class, but he was nice enough to leave me alone

I clamped my mouth shut because I was unintentionally making sounds because of crying and not being able to breathe. I really though there is no more joy in my life and that I couldn't imagine whether or not I would have a normal life ever again. I knew that I have lost myself but not to the point of insanely or else I would have collapsed. I think I lost myself about 95% on the way. But little did I know I had small amount of hope that someone would save me.