To the point...
All my life I've believed that there is only that one other that would make you as happy as you could ever be in your life. So sure enough, I start looking for my other...
Here we go...
Ive been through 3 or 4 different girls, but none of them seemed to stick because of lifestyle faults, personality imperfections, misunderstandings, and just that usual "you're not the person i thought you were..." kind of thing...
Except when I met this one that seemed different from the rest; One that I felt I might actually be able to go all the way, and through the thick and thin with...
About 4 years ago I got moved to another school because of family problems, and legal complications, which I kept to myself; But anyway I was always a guy to be seen sitting by myself at a table during lunch at school. But one day a girl came over to the table where I was by myself and told me her name, and we just talked... She was the first person to ever come over to my table without caring who she was sitting next to...
So, from then on I started to meet her friends, and mess around in her little clan, actually thinking I might actually have some real friends.
About 2 years after I met her and started making friends, I start thinking back on what exactly happened to me, and started thinking I could try to start to find a person that I could trust with the story of why I moved up there and didn't have any friends in the beginning. So I started to try to get a few girlfriends, but as I said, I never found one that seemed like I could trust with the story of my life, but none seemed to be right for me...
Then I got in trouble in school with something that made me think of what the reason was that made me do something like that, and I thought of my past, and it all hit me... 15 years of never saying anything to my family, friends, or even my best friend, and I just started crying in gym class. Absolutely bawling my head of at never thinking of why I had been so scared of the truth of my past. She was the first person at my side to help me with whatever was the matter. I had been crying for a week solid, and then I talked to my dad about why I had been so upset lately, and then he told me that maybe I needed to start thinking of talking to a person, outside of this problem, that I could trust and talk to. I go back to school the next day and she's the first person to notice that I wasn't crying as badly as usual, and asks what was going on.
I then think of all the small times she had been there for me no matter what it was that was bothering me, and figure I might be able to trust her with what I had been storing up all my life, and tell her I had to talk to her about something during lunch, and she says OK... so at lunch we meet in the lunch room , and I start talking about what I had been thinking and crying about, and by the time I'm done , I've already started to feel better. Not only because I've let out all that pent-up guilt, sorrow, anger, denial, and regret; but by the fact that I believe that I've finally found the person that I think I have the feeling of true love for her...
And now I have only one problem left... I can't seem to tell myself or her that I love her... Until its too late that is; when she meets someone else and he asks her to be with him for the rest of his life... and its only then that I can start to tell her that I really love her and that I think it should be me that's by her for the rest of her life... I find that I have a few simple, insignificant reasons of why I didn't say anything to her; I felt uncomfortable with letting out who I knew I really needed to be; myself. And I didn't think I would ever be accepted among my friends again for liking someone that seemed like totally the wrong person for me...
So now I'm left with this "curse" of mine that I'll never feel like I'll ever be able to love or be loved again.
(more to it but that will come after I've been able to think about things a little more)