Sorry for my bitching, yes, I'm only 15, but still... It's giving me petty little emotions I don't want to have, or at least don't understand.
I finally know this girl whom I would work with. I'm serious. We could work. She likes me, I like her. And I don't see ANYTHING wrong with her. Smart, nice, sort of down-to-earth, drop-dead beautiful... And she's my age. Yeah.
Well, she lives over by Detroit, which is a good 2 1/2 hours away... Yeah, I hung out with her about a week and a half ago. I had my first kiss. It was pretty great, I must say. (Not to mention I saw Hancock. Pretty good movie)
I suppose there really is nothing I can do for now. Both in school (I'm going into 10th grade, her into 11th), so we sort of can't just move, haha. But... Everything happens for a reason, right? That's what I believe. It's what I've believed for awhile now. And maybe I can't do anything now... but down the line... who's to say, right? There's a reason I met her in the first place.
And it's not like she's all I think about. No; that's stupid. That's obsession. If I'm doing something, that's what's on my mind; simple as that. But if I'm sitting there with nothing else to do but breathe... yeah, she pops up. And I can't help but think she'd think I'm creepy and obsessive for that. And I can't even really accept that she likes me, because that so rarely happens, that a girl, nay, a REALLY GREAT girl, likes me, who I also like... I'm told it's normal. I'm told not to worry about it, I'm just young and naive. And that's true. But I can't the way I feel.
No, I'm not in love. That's retarded; I'm only 15. Sure, I feel much more for her than 'a friend,' but I suppose waiting it out is all I can do... and bide my time.