Years Wasted

        We are still kids back then, how can junior students know the true meaning of love. Those sacrifices, happiness and anything about love we know are still not enough for us to build it.

         I knew you from my elementary friends, from the first time that I saw you, I like you but not to the point that I am ready to get attached and get hurt.

        One night, my friend introduced us to each other. I am so happy to know you. Since then, you always go with us. I feel contented because I am with you though you like one of my friend, my best friend but I am not sure if you confessed or she rejects you. Same school, same schedule. One afternoon, after class, our group of friends decided to go for a ride and have some fun. Things are going well, we are all happy but not until you got home. Bad news, you’re going to transfer to the other school and you even need to go where you were before because of what happened. I know it’s our fault, can’t blame anyone aside from us.

        After that, we still have communication, I spend time just to talk with you but you didn’t seem to notice. I confessed first, and I am so happy when you just like said yes. As a girl, I know people will judge me or even look down on me because of what I did but I don’t care. We just saw each other twice and you’re the one who ended us. No communications after that, nothing at all. I did have any relationships after but it didn’t turn out well. I don’t know, it must still be you.

        Four years passed and I still look for you. Finding you is not so easy, you has different name on Facebook which made it harder to find you. But I found your best friend so I found yours, we became friends but I don’t have the courage to ask her about you and when I opened your profile, you’re in a good relationship.

        Another year has passed, this time I search on your profile again and get the courage to add your account. You accepted my request and you asked me how I am doing and you even asked if I know you. Well, yes, of course, I didn’t even forget you. Stupid right? I can’t do anything about it. I sacrificed my time trying to find you and I am happy that we’re going good. I am a stalker of you, damn, you’ve changed from a sweet boy to kind a fboy, but I still like you. I even saw your posts about girls you like and how different I am from them, they’re gold and I am just a piece of rock. But your sweetness didn’t change which made me think of you each and every day. I really felt hopeless even we continue our conversation, even I am the one calls you. Your voice makes me smile. In so little time, things changed, you asked me if I still want us to get back together but I spill lots of excuses and b***sh**s, I told you to wait until we met each other again but after that, you’re gone. It gives me hard time to approach you and the hardest part was to say how badly I want us to get back together.