Brief Love Story
Sunday, 3 March 2013
Sometimes I feel a little sad knowing that my Prince wasn't attracted to me initially because of my looks or anything.
To his credit, I wore spectacles and thick ugly sweaters and was hardly girlfriend material,
what with my cold glares (the fault of my eyes and turned-down lips, I swear)
and my nose being buried in a book half the time.
But he did add in my defense that he noticed I had a great figure and he'd stare at my butt whenever I bent over to retrieve something I dropped (!!) or when I changed into P.E. clothes
(that's a victory emote ^^)
Anyway, girls really do become prettier when they fall in love because they'll put in more effort into looking good to attract the guy they like.
I mean, I made an effort to wear contacts around him when I started to dispose of my lingering feelings for another guy because he started paying more attention to me when I wore contacts and I liked the attention.
Don't call me an attention-seeking wh***.
Everyone likes attention.

Everyone should know that the courtship phase is the most memorable and fondest part of any relationship.
The lust flying off in sparks! The attraction that pulls you together like magnets! The feeling of being loved!
How can anyone not want that??
I remember mine very fondly. *blushes*
I'll not go into details now, but it was so exciting, so full of suspense.
Eh? What's that?
Why suspense, you ask?
We...ll... you don't really know if he's serious and you are in your knees deep in love and it's so thrilling and scary!
I didn't believe I had the ability to make this terribly talented and handsome brainiac fall in love with me.
I was so incredulous at first.
I've always aimed high, but I didn't think I'd have such an easy catch.
His previous crush was the school belle, and I'd definitely pale in comparison (MY LOOKS ARE NOT VERY BAD OKAY. JUST NOT AS GOOD AS HERS)
So I was falling deeper in love and feeling kinda afraid because it was so real and happening, and I'd never been so sure of myself and his feelings for me yet contradicting myself by telling myself I wasn't worth his love yadayadayada.
No more cryptic texts with guys and furtive glances, eeny-meenie-moe, does-he-love-me-does-he-not guesswork.
IT WAS SO REAL!
So unlike my previous crushes in Year 1 and 2 or the stupid cowardly guys in Primary school who got their friends to confess to me in their stead.
I guess I was pretty cute then, cos I got an insane number of
TWENTY EIGHT CONFESSIONS.
in a little over a year.
Not counting the rumoured guys who liked me. (another ten or so)
Like huh my school now has damn little guys please.
Even if I ransacked the entire level of guys now I can't manage that amount.
I swear I'm not lying, and I counted pretty carefully.
My best friend kept track for me after awhile because they would tell her and ask her to tell me hahaha.
And I even started a friendly competition with my other best friend to see who could garner the most.
I won in terms of sheer amount but she won in terms of direct confessions. She had about 6 direct confessions and around 15-ish cowardly ones.
I guess it's cos she interacted with the more notorious classes.
I remember thinking in Year 2 that I should have just accepted a confession, but now I'm glad I didn't.
Save the best for last, eh girls? (;
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