The girl who was mine

The girl who was mine

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Romance
Hey my name is Jonathan I am 15 I am american I am not a nerd but I am not popular so I am normal I only have 3 freinds there is mike the video game freak and gill is a sports fan and lily is a girl and she is artsy yeah I bet a girl would feel out of place with 3 boys but she isn't any ordinary girl she dosent obsess over makeup and boys with cool cars and nail polish she like playing video games with mike and watching football with gill and helping me and my dad in my dads pizza restaurant it's fun plus we get free pizza lily has straight blon haha u thought her hair was going to be blonde just because her name is lily no actually the opposite she has straight short hair with ice blue eyes then there is Mia the most beautiful girl and the most popular girl in my school she has beautiful red curly hair and green eyes when she walks through the hallway she has a path and someone spreading a red carpet
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"I like him. So what?" Liking someone isn't a big deal until it's your very first time!!! That very first puppy-crush where you legit experience each an every lyric of Katherine Li's masterpieces... He was a teacher and I was student. Everything would have been picture-perfect if my life were a K-drama but I haven't done any great deeds to receive this blessing. Our eyes always met, trying to convey the unspoken conversation between us. I don't know why, but even after I'd moved on, my eyes still searched for him. Just like you could feel anyone's gaze on you, I always felt his gaze on me. A silent, discreet gaze which never willed to speak or know anything. But who knew, what hid behind those mysterious eyes? At worst, probably a unspeakable amount of hate and disgust towards me. At best, a small, teeny-tiny little corner of affection, which is close to impossible. Everything was very imperfect, but given the conditions of reality, it was a purely platonic, perfect first crush-story! Prologue inspiration:- @dblboO Not all images used belong to me; credit to the rightful owners.

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