This is not a love story
By Sophie C. Skiles
1/10/12
By Sophie C. Skiles
1/10/12
There once lived a boy and a girl who talked to each other.
This is not a love story.
Once upon a time, not too many years ago, there was a girl who was madly in love with a boy. She loved everything about him, the way he looked, the way he talked, his personality. Anything he liked she wanted to like so they could have it in common.
The girl was shy, she never told boys how she felt, and certainly never talked to a boy she liked. That would be obvious and the whole world would instantly know her secret. But this boy changed that. She wouldn't sit back and let the boy walk right out of her life. She had to initiate contact! So she made impersonal contact over the internet and much to her delight the boy replied. So they talked, almost every day for hours on end.
What made the girl more pathetic was her hopes of something more when the boy literally lived half way around the world. This fact didn't stop her and when he moved to her half of the world her delusion grew.
They now talked on the phone and texted. The relationship turned into a 50-50 effort, it was no longer the girls sole responsibility.
Soon the girl had to face reality, one she was fully aware of before she even made contact, and that was that the boy was head over heels for her older sister. This became obvious when their conversations continually turned to her. After a while the girl decided to do something completely selfish and for her own gain (or so she thought) She encouraged the boy to confess his feelings. This was selfish because the girl already knew her sister didn't like the boy. Perhaps after this sticky situation passed the boy would love the girl instead!
He confessed and the sister decided to give it a chance. On a visit to their Grandparents the sister and the boy went on their first date. The next day all three spend the day together. The girl was sad and in pain. That night, as the boy was leaving, the sister realized she really did know herself and didn't like the boy. Unable to let the boy go home with false hope she breaks it off right before his long trip home.
The girl is relieved for two reasons. One she is glad her sister isn't trying to force feelings she didn't have in order to make some else happy and two, she wouldn't have to suffer by having her sister date the love of the girls life.
But she is also convinced the boy will never talk to her again. She's somewhat wrong. He texted her that night, hurt and confused and she did her best to comfort him, all the while aware that this was the result of her selfish impulse. Time passed and they continued to talk, although the girl believes it's getting harder. The boy no longer starts conversations, she does. This whole time the girl never confesses her love. She just talks and hopes he'll fall too.
Soon the boy stopped talking. When the girl talked he replied in short, impersonal answers. The girl dreamed of confessing her love, she even went as far as to write him a letter, one she never sent because she wrote it in her journal.
The girl grew increasingly frustrated by his lack of response and decided she would no longer submit herself tot he feeling of rejection and would instead wait for the boy to start conversations. This never happened and she would relapse.
And she would stalk him on Facebook.
One of the last miserable episodes of this story started to unfold. The girls bestfriend and the boy started talking. They talked all the time. They confessed feelings for each other and the girl boiled in jealousy.
Soon after the above mentioned confession the boy and the bestfriend began to talk less. The boy was perhaps afraid of a relationship. He was (by his own admittance) confused by the bestfriends feelings and his own. They eventually stopped talking. The boy moved back half way across the world. He got a girlfriend and the girl was bitter and jealous. She wondered why she wasn't good enough for him all the while ignoring the fact that she never shared her feelings.
She quickly became a Facebook stalker. constantly visiting his page, looking at his smiling face with his girlfriend, seeing his friends and family comment on his happiness. The girl continued to stalk. The boy and the girlfriend broke up and the boy grew closer to a different girl.
The boy and the girl didn't talk at all.
A year and a half ago the girl made a huge decision and deleted his Facebook page. They were officially no longer friends. And he didn't even notice.
She was less tempted to stalk him. But still tempted. She discovered that she could still visit page so she would check in once in a while.
Now, every time she hears his name a little hope stirs inside of her, but it's quickly overcome by bitterness and jealousy. She says she hates him now. He used to cause her pain because she was lovesick. Now he causes her pain because she doesn't know how to grow up.
She tries, but she's still bitter and jealous.
Such a sad girl.
The boy and the girl never talk and probably never will.
This is not a love story. It's a misguided, one sided, pathetic little girl story. And it is now over.
This is not a love story.
Once upon a time, not too many years ago, there was a girl who was madly in love with a boy. She loved everything about him, the way he looked, the way he talked, his personality. Anything he liked she wanted to like so they could have it in common.
The girl was shy, she never told boys how she felt, and certainly never talked to a boy she liked. That would be obvious and the whole world would instantly know her secret. But this boy changed that. She wouldn't sit back and let the boy walk right out of her life. She had to initiate contact! So she made impersonal contact over the internet and much to her delight the boy replied. So they talked, almost every day for hours on end.
What made the girl more pathetic was her hopes of something more when the boy literally lived half way around the world. This fact didn't stop her and when he moved to her half of the world her delusion grew.
They now talked on the phone and texted. The relationship turned into a 50-50 effort, it was no longer the girls sole responsibility.
Soon the girl had to face reality, one she was fully aware of before she even made contact, and that was that the boy was head over heels for her older sister. This became obvious when their conversations continually turned to her. After a while the girl decided to do something completely selfish and for her own gain (or so she thought) She encouraged the boy to confess his feelings. This was selfish because the girl already knew her sister didn't like the boy. Perhaps after this sticky situation passed the boy would love the girl instead!
He confessed and the sister decided to give it a chance. On a visit to their Grandparents the sister and the boy went on their first date. The next day all three spend the day together. The girl was sad and in pain. That night, as the boy was leaving, the sister realized she really did know herself and didn't like the boy. Unable to let the boy go home with false hope she breaks it off right before his long trip home.
The girl is relieved for two reasons. One she is glad her sister isn't trying to force feelings she didn't have in order to make some else happy and two, she wouldn't have to suffer by having her sister date the love of the girls life.
But she is also convinced the boy will never talk to her again. She's somewhat wrong. He texted her that night, hurt and confused and she did her best to comfort him, all the while aware that this was the result of her selfish impulse. Time passed and they continued to talk, although the girl believes it's getting harder. The boy no longer starts conversations, she does. This whole time the girl never confesses her love. She just talks and hopes he'll fall too.
Soon the boy stopped talking. When the girl talked he replied in short, impersonal answers. The girl dreamed of confessing her love, she even went as far as to write him a letter, one she never sent because she wrote it in her journal.
The girl grew increasingly frustrated by his lack of response and decided she would no longer submit herself tot he feeling of rejection and would instead wait for the boy to start conversations. This never happened and she would relapse.
And she would stalk him on Facebook.
One of the last miserable episodes of this story started to unfold. The girls bestfriend and the boy started talking. They talked all the time. They confessed feelings for each other and the girl boiled in jealousy.
Soon after the above mentioned confession the boy and the bestfriend began to talk less. The boy was perhaps afraid of a relationship. He was (by his own admittance) confused by the bestfriends feelings and his own. They eventually stopped talking. The boy moved back half way across the world. He got a girlfriend and the girl was bitter and jealous. She wondered why she wasn't good enough for him all the while ignoring the fact that she never shared her feelings.
She quickly became a Facebook stalker. constantly visiting his page, looking at his smiling face with his girlfriend, seeing his friends and family comment on his happiness. The girl continued to stalk. The boy and the girlfriend broke up and the boy grew closer to a different girl.
The boy and the girl didn't talk at all.
A year and a half ago the girl made a huge decision and deleted his Facebook page. They were officially no longer friends. And he didn't even notice.
She was less tempted to stalk him. But still tempted. She discovered that she could still visit page so she would check in once in a while.
Now, every time she hears his name a little hope stirs inside of her, but it's quickly overcome by bitterness and jealousy. She says she hates him now. He used to cause her pain because she was lovesick. Now he causes her pain because she doesn't know how to grow up.
She tries, but she's still bitter and jealous.
Such a sad girl.
The boy and the girl never talk and probably never will.
This is not a love story. It's a misguided, one sided, pathetic little girl story. And it is now over.
~The End~
