I have. There was this girl named Gina that I had a crush on in the 7th grade. I liked how she scrunched up her nose when she giggled and the way she giggled, and all this other stuff. For Valentine's Day that year she gave me a flower. That made me feel real good, but with being shy and stuff I really didn't say much. As the years went on through junior high ab=nd high school, she became more and more beautiful, at least to me.
In high school she was in a couple of my classes and in my lunch. I still was afraid to ask her out or tell her how I felt. I ended up finding out she had a boyfriend. In a class called Life Skills we had to do a a paper on what we looked for in a significant other. Of course she had to be in the class. I felt like putting her but didn't. I put what I look for, including similar interests and stuff. The teacher was gonna read my paper in front of the class and asked if she could. I felt embarrassed and said no. Then Gina said "Come on let her read it, we won't make fun", and of course I got really embarrassed and probably turned red.
That year our class graduated, and I still hadn't really talked to her. Four years later I kick myself for not taking the initiative to talk to her and at least become friends with her. Now I have no idea where she went. I don't think of her often, and all of this other unhealthy stuff, but sometimes I wonder how she's doing and why I didn't be more sociable with her in school. Such is life I guess.
In high school she was in a couple of my classes and in my lunch. I still was afraid to ask her out or tell her how I felt. I ended up finding out she had a boyfriend. In a class called Life Skills we had to do a a paper on what we looked for in a significant other. Of course she had to be in the class. I felt like putting her but didn't. I put what I look for, including similar interests and stuff. The teacher was gonna read my paper in front of the class and asked if she could. I felt embarrassed and said no. Then Gina said "Come on let her read it, we won't make fun", and of course I got really embarrassed and probably turned red.
That year our class graduated, and I still hadn't really talked to her. Four years later I kick myself for not taking the initiative to talk to her and at least become friends with her. Now I have no idea where she went. I don't think of her often, and all of this other unhealthy stuff, but sometimes I wonder how she's doing and why I didn't be more sociable with her in school. Such is life I guess.