My Love Story

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This is my current diary, and I wanted to share it with you. I need help. Please comment what I should do.

Submitted: July 12, 2016

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Submitted: July 12, 2016





I’ve never kissed a guy, I’ve never even been with a guy. It’s not that I don’t understand why, I understand why. I’m not very attractive, according to today’s standards. I have horrible acne problems, and to top that off, I’m thicker than most girls my age. It’s a bad combinations. Most people think that if a girl is fat she’s probably pretty, or if she’s ugly she’ll probably have a nice body, but nope. I’m both fat, and ugly. So it’s no wonder I’ve never been asked out, or had someone compliment me on my looks, and actually mean it. I don’t believe in true love or fate or soulmates. I don’t think there is one person out there for everyone, but I do believe in love at first sight, because I’ve experienced it. I will never forget that first day of school, scanning the classroom and seeing him. I knew he was an amazing person without him even having to speak. His smile lit up my life. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by it’s cover, but whenever I tried to do my work or talk to anybody, my thoughts kept going back to him. I couldn’t tell if he liked me, but I knew I liked him. I liked him a lot. He made me smile more than anyone else could. I had never had that feeling before. I had never known what it was like to meet someone and have the feeling of liking them more than just as a friend. He was my first crush that developed into anything more, and so far, my only one. When we first made eye contact I smiled, and he smiled back. I started to tingle all over. When we first talked it was when we got paired up for hand-up, stand-up, pair-up. When our hands touched it felt magical. I said, “Hi” and he replied with, “Hello” and he told me his name was Caleb. Caleb. It’s an amazing name. I love him. I love his name. I love everything about him. His smile, his laugh, his voice, and he has a great personality combined with an awesome heart. I know I was only in third grade, but I fell for him, and I fell hard. I had thought boys were cute before, but this was something new for me, and I could tell. We seemed to click, and at recess that first day, he and his friend played basketball with me and my closest friend until the teachers blew a whistle signaling for us that recess was over and that we needed to line up on the assigned yellow stripe in the parking lot. We all ran up there together since we were all in the same class, and that’s how they sorted us. After that, the four of us spent a lot of time together. At that point in time, seeing that I was only a third-grader, I was unaware that I could be friends zoned, yet friends zoned I was.


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