A bit of a story, but not very long.
I've already discussed about how my "friend" stole the girl I liked from me in a previous post.
During the time in which they were going out, one of her other friends somehow found out that I liked her, I was flirting with her but I never explicitly said i liked her yet. By that time, my "friend" and her were already doing stuff like making out while I drove them home (awful, I'm aware) and touching eachother subtly in public in stuff.
She spoke to me about the fact that I may like her, and she said that she was flattered, but that i was only a friend. Obviously this hurts to hear. But that wasn't the part I wanna focus on.
A few months later, after she broke up with my friend, and she had broke up with a different guy after him in the time span of a few months, I was at her house. I went over there often since her mom really liked me, and i would help out and stuff around their house because I lived closeby, and i hate being at home.
I wasn't feeling well, so they said I could stay the night. The mom kinda knew that the girl didn't like me, so I slept in her room, we both slept on the floor. We spoke about different things for a while before going to sleep, and i looked into her eyes for a second. She immideately turned away, as if my mere face was that unsightly to look at for more than a second. I thought about how my friend got to touch her, feel her, cuddle with her, kiss her and do all this stuff, while she couldn't even look me in the eye.
Her mother even told me that she liked being around me more than him. But apparently I'm too ugly to date or to have touch her or anything like that. I didn't sleep that night, and I threw up at work the next day. I felt awful for a long time.
To this day, I wish I could've just cuddled with her once, or told her how much I loved her without her being disgusted with me. All i want is to love someone, and to have them love me back. It hurts to know that my soul is stuck in an unsightly body. It eats at me, and there's not a day that goes by in which I don't think about being loved.
Sorry for yapping.
I've already discussed about how my "friend" stole the girl I liked from me in a previous post.
During the time in which they were going out, one of her other friends somehow found out that I liked her, I was flirting with her but I never explicitly said i liked her yet. By that time, my "friend" and her were already doing stuff like making out while I drove them home (awful, I'm aware) and touching eachother subtly in public in stuff.
She spoke to me about the fact that I may like her, and she said that she was flattered, but that i was only a friend. Obviously this hurts to hear. But that wasn't the part I wanna focus on.
A few months later, after she broke up with my friend, and she had broke up with a different guy after him in the time span of a few months, I was at her house. I went over there often since her mom really liked me, and i would help out and stuff around their house because I lived closeby, and i hate being at home.
I wasn't feeling well, so they said I could stay the night. The mom kinda knew that the girl didn't like me, so I slept in her room, we both slept on the floor. We spoke about different things for a while before going to sleep, and i looked into her eyes for a second. She immideately turned away, as if my mere face was that unsightly to look at for more than a second. I thought about how my friend got to touch her, feel her, cuddle with her, kiss her and do all this stuff, while she couldn't even look me in the eye.
Her mother even told me that she liked being around me more than him. But apparently I'm too ugly to date or to have touch her or anything like that. I didn't sleep that night, and I threw up at work the next day. I felt awful for a long time.
To this day, I wish I could've just cuddled with her once, or told her how much I loved her without her being disgusted with me. All i want is to love someone, and to have them love me back. It hurts to know that my soul is stuck in an unsightly body. It eats at me, and there's not a day that goes by in which I don't think about being loved.
Sorry for yapping.
