There was this girl back in 3rd grade or so that I found cute, her name was 'Kiara' or something like that. She was always around and in my classes so I naturally grew a crush on her. Looking back now, I actually can't seem to recall what race she was, since it wasn't something that I kept an eye out for in my youth, but she was some variety of deathnic—maybe hailing from the Philippines?
I always imagined these scenarios where I would impress her with how cool I was for being into things like FNaF and all the other autistic garbage I was interested in as a kid. I just casually stuck around and expected her to eventually ask me to be her boyfriend in time.
It never came, obviously, and since my family literally constantly moved around every year or two, eventually there came a day where I had to leave my school once and for all—although I'm pretty sure she didn't particularly care... I remember that when the day ended, I waited outside the classroom door for the girl to come out so that I could confess that I had a crush on her. She, however, never came. I'm really not sure why considering that was the way the class always left. Regardless, I just had to accept the fact that I wasn't going to have my chance to confess, and I never saw her again.
Looking back, I am immensely grateful that she never came out that door. Imagine the sheer HUMILIATION my poor, feeble younger-self would have had to endure on that day. I failed to mention it, but I was literally the shortest kid in class, to the point even THAT whore was taller than me. There is literally zero chance I wouldn't have been immediately rejected. That has to do something to one's brain, let alone at that young of an age.
To this day, that is the only girl I have ever come close to confessing to.
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