There are times when I ask myself if I wasted my time with her, or if it is what got me to where I am n0w. The fact that I wanted something so badly even though I knew it was next to impossible to get. Until this day, I still hate the day I first met her, the day I fell in love in love with her.
She was the sweetest girl I've ever met, her voice drove me wild. I could have listened to her forever. She had this way of calling my name, and the way she looked at me... Enough of that now. So I fell in love with her, and I fell hard. In no time at all, it was all over campus, everyone seemed to know how I felt about her.
We got to be best of friends, and she'd come to my flat (apartment) almost daily. We mainly talked about school and friends, but most of the time we'd spend looking at each other silently. It was during those times that realised that I loved her more than I thought. I started thinking about her, and there was no avoiding that since we had the same classes and always hung together with our other friends.
This got to be a problem when it started affecting our friendship, I could not help it, but let her know how I feel. And her avoiding the topic by all means did hurt. A lot. When ever we met, it was like I never said anything, accept for the fact that she'd barely say anything to me, or respond to anything I say. It confused me because our friends always said that she loved me, but she would not touch the topic. Was that because she loved me, or hated me for loving her?
Then she disappeared, and no one knew where she had gone to. She had changed her phone number and flat. She was nowhere to be found on campus.
I learned a couple of years later that she got married and has a daughter with someone I know, but everyone is afraid to tell me who. The girl who didn't love me back.
