Back then, everything still seemed complex but at least there was the promise of progress… and I guess that’s a bad word to use because progress only ends. But I was happy just to hear her say ‘yes’ when I asked her out for the first time and even happier when she agreed for a second. I was content just to be around her.
She got out of my car and blew me a kiss as she walked toward her house. I was annoyed by the gesture, almost disgusted. Things had changed so much over the last few months. At first it was just fun, that’s all we wanted, but days turned to weeks and weeks to months and I wanted to be a little closer; she didn’t. I was okay with that though, I just wanted to be around her. The wind whistled through my open windows and I shuttered. Time lulled on and I just sat there, lost in memories. I was content when she first said she loved me, more then content I was elated. I was even content when she didn’t have time for me because she wanted to see her friends: I just wanted her to be happy.
I was even cool when all my friends started joking with me because she flirted with every guy she was friends with. I just kept telling myself ‘I’m not a jealous person.’ I trusted her even though I had no reason to. I backed off a little and it took her two weeks to call me. I was hurt but I trusted her when she said ‘we’re still okay, I still love you.’
My friends thought I was dumb but they supported me when I gave her a second chance, they supported me when I gave her a third and fourth. They had never seen me try so hard for anyone; I guess neither had I. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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