Hello guys.
I've been stalking here in this forum, reading for quite some time (bout 2 years) before deciding to create an account and share my story.
Now, this may get a bit boring as I'm not a very good writer (lack of imagination, perhaps?), but every bit of this story is as accurate and honest as possible. Only the names will be changed to protect the identity of those involved.
A bit of info about me: 25 going on 26, still young. 1.73m, 88-93kg okay-built body (regular gym goer). Let's just refer to me in the story as M.
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It began way back when I was in secondary school. I was never the popular guy in school as I don't really have the qualities in me (I'm not a looker, and girls at that age are suckers when it comes to sweet talkers). I got really jealous at times seeing my peers getting in & out of relationships, and often I blame myself for failing to pursue Elizabeth (we'll just call her Liz from this point), my long time crush.
Liz is far from being the prettiest girl in school. I was in the same class with her for 5 straight years, and by the 2nd year I started developing feelings for her (at 14 years old). She's just like any other average Malaysian Chinese girl, but there's this particular charm about her. Frameless glasses, ponytail hair with a sweet smile... Well developed body, tho. By 16 she's easily a C-cupper, with probably the best butt in the entire school (teachers included
). She's also a brilliant student, being one of the top 10 scorers in the entire country for SPM & STPM (Malaysia's equivalent of O levels & A levels).
It was no secret in school that I've got a thing for Liz. Everybody knew, and we often got teased for it. I knew she wasn't into me, but I had this endless sense of hope that she'll be with me one day, someday. As a boy with low self-esteem, it felt awkward and difficult for me to start conversations with her, what more to sustain the conversation without her losing interest. One fine day, I gathered up enough courage to get her phone number and started texting her.
Things got better and we started talking to each other more in school. I started making cards and giving her presents for her birthdays & on special occasions..it's a one-sided thing, really. She's still pretty cold to me, but seeing her smile whenever I wished her and give her those stuffs...priceless. I didn't even care if she faked it. And on the last day of school in secondary 3, I confessed to her. I did not know where I had gotten the balls to do so (maybe Cold Storage?), but I texted her the night before.
M: "Hey.. Sleep already ah?"
Liz: "No, but I'm going to.. Why ah?"
M: "Erm.. Can I see you tomorrow after school? You're going, right?"
Liz: "Of course.. Why? Why you sound so serious?"
M: "I.. I'll tell you tomorrow. Good night
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Liz: "Uh, ok.. good night.."
At school the next day...
(to be continued)