This post is going to be a detailed and personal account of my high school crush. I want to share with you guys my memories, my feelings, and my deepest thoughts about this person who was so important in my life.

I met my crush when I was a sophomore in high school. At the time, I was still pretty shy and introverted, but as soon as I laid eyes on her, I couldn't help but notice her beauty. She had long, straight black hair, light brown eyes, and a smile that lit up the classroom. I remember being paralyzed just by looking at her, not knowing what to do or say.

Despite that, I always tried to find ways to get closer to her and catch her attention. For example, I would offer to help her with school assignments or strike up a conversation when we ran into each other in the school corridors. Although I felt nervous and insecure, I also felt a hint of happiness and excitement when she smiled at me or responded kindly.

Over time, we became increasingly closer to each other and started sharing mutual interests and hobbies. I found out that she also enjoyed reading, watching movies, and listening to music. This led to an interesting conversation where we talked about our favorite works and authors. We also found out that we liked different sports, but that didn't stop us from motivating each other and sharing our accomplishments and challenges.

Gradually, I started feeling something stronger and more intense toward her. It wasn't just a superficial admiration or a typical friendship, but a feeling of love and passion that took over me. I wanted to always be close to her, talk to her for hours straight, listen to her talk about her dreams and passions, and be by her side at all times.

However, I still had a lot of doubts and insecurities. I wasn't sure whether or not I should let her know how I felt. On the one hand, I knew that she was an amazing person, intelligent, and caring, and that she probably wouldn't reject me if I confessed. On the other hand, I was afraid of ruining our friendship, of coming across as desperate and needy, and of facing the possibility of being rejected and hurt.

As a result, I kept my romantic feelings bottled up inside and simply settled for a friendship. I still continued to talk to her, listen to her, and support her whenever possible, but I also avoided making bold moves or revealing my true feelings. That ended up becoming a source of anguish and anxiety for me, and I often found myself daydreaming about possibilities that never came to fruition.

Despite all my insecurities and fears, she still has a special place in my heart. I still remember how we had fun in the physical education classes, how we studied for exams together, and how we were partners in a school project that required a lot of dedication and effort. Even now, years later, I still cherish the memories of those moments and the conversations we had.

Sometimes I wonder what could have happened if I had the courage to confess my true feelings. Maybe she would have said "yes," and I wouldn't be writing this post now. Worst-case scenario, she would have rejected me, but I let the fear of rejection stop me. I guess it's true what they say about regret being worse than rejection. I learned that lesson the hard way.

The truth is, that girl was so much more than platonic or fleeting love. She was someone who inspired me, motivated me, and taught me many things about myself. She made me realize that love can be not only a source of strength and joy but also a source of fear and uncertainty. Today, looking back, I am grateful to have met such an incredible person and to have had the opportunity to share precious moments together.

I guess this is all I have to say. Thanks for reading!