Well since elementary school I had crushes but when I look back I never had a crush like my last one and is worth telling than a my neighbor in Kindergarden who moved away that year. She was also my first heartbreak, because I asked her to my 6th birthday party but she told me she couldn’t come because she would be gone by then.
On more related news, my crush lets call her Jen, came in sophomore year of high school. Well, actually we meet each other before that, but we never had a conversation longer than "Hello." But our 'relationship' began on the first day of school, when I walked in the Spanish class and say next to my friend. And to the left of him was Jen since they were friends too. I can’t remember what I said to her the first day, I probably didn’t say anything. I never knew that for the next few years she would a huge part of my life.
But as time went on, I noticed how wonderful she was. She had a bubbly personality: very talkative, funny, smart and extremely kind and caring. In essence, she was the girl next girl, nice and cute. We usually talked only talked in that class, and occasionally talked in outside of class like at lunch or just after school waiting for the bus. She had an AIM, but was never on because her father was always on the computer and we would never call each other because my parents are Indian, they are against dating completely. Plus I was too shy to get her phone number or call her.
I think within 3 months of meeting her, I was hooked. And about that time, I was better friends with her than my friend who introduced us. Probably not the case, since I am looking back from a biased perspective. But some how our personalities clicked and I could not have been happier. Back then I though teen movies could happen, and I knew that it was going happen with me and her.
However, she had a boyfriend much to my disappointment, and of course it was another one of my friends. I was actually shocked that she knew him in the first place. I mean he was a cool guy, but someone you wouldn’t want to bring home to your parents. He kept on getting in trouble, grades were never good, though he was extremely smart. But she was crazy about him. I was her friend and I thought by being the nice guy I eventually get her to like me. They dated for like a month maybe more I can’t remeber, but she was crazy for him for a while afterwards, I believe then even got back together for a bit. And even now I feel bad that I may have helped broken them up, just by telling her that he isn’t the type of person you should go out with, which is a honest answer and others would agree. But looking in back, I was a huge dick for doing that to my friend but in my defense, I though she could better, if not me certainly someone else,;he is a heavy drug user now.
But that was the cycle of our friendship: she would get a fling, ask me for advice, I would give her my honest answer, they date for a bit, and they broke up. What I didn’t know and failed to recognize was she would date everyone but me. I thought that one day she would find out she loved me and after a series of crazy events where I saved her or something, confess her love for me (a symptom of limerence). But that never happened. She would date a guy, tell me about him and then dump him for some superficial reason (she was a real superficial person but did a good job at hiding it or I was too dumb to recognize it).