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Hidden Confession
Dear Stranger,
I've confirmed it. I like Sophary. It's almost funny. Many guys like me and ask me out, all I've done since the beginning of school year has been rejecting people. A friend of mine, a quiet girl, Chong. She has been there for majority of my rejections. That being said, she literally sat there while a guy confesses to me. She sat down, very sluggish and with a straight face, she finally asked me who do I like. Here's the funny part. The bell rings and I run to the next class. Stupid part of my plan, she has the next class with me.
"I know you, Babe. If I were to ask you a direct question, you would give me a straight forward answer. Who do you like? Honestly."
I just couldn't say it. I've been avoiding even letting people get a hint of who I truly have a crush on. There was all those side notes of other people and the constant boy drama/trouble was a great way to hide my feelings for another. This is what sparked the who guessing game.
"Chia!"
"Mike!"
"Cory!"
"Nick!"
"Owen!"
"Hello. Guys. I'm gay."
"Vicky!"
"Vicky!"
"Vicky!"
I mean, I know Victoria's hot and yeah, I know I'm always checking her out, but come on. I check out anyone and everyone!
By the end of the day, Chong and I sat down at our table, under the tree. The same straight face stares blankly into my eyes.
"Who do you like?"
"Sophary."
"Ah. I would never have guessed."
And it's true. I almost hid it from myself. I like her. I honestly like her. I cherish these feelings I have for her. I mean, no simple words could express these feelings. Not a single korny word would begin to describe my passion for her. I want to say, she makes the butterflies in my tummy flutter so much, ever so fast, I could literally float beyond the moon. It goes as far as saying, if I had to choose who has to live between the two of us, I'd use my last breath to say I love you. I know. I already know It's gay but hello? Have you look at me resently? I'm not exactly as straight as a road. There's always a few earthquakes now and then.
I don't want to have hope. Don't tell me whether she's gay or straight. I know it never work in my favor. I know I can't. I know I shouldn't expect much.. Or better yet, anything at all. But I just can't help it. I don't care if I get hurt or how much it would hurt. I already know what're coming, I'll be ready. Loving her makes me happy. She makes me happy. I hate always telling people;
"Smile. You deserve to. Dream sweetly. You have tomorrow to live for."
I merely want to smile again. Let me have at the very least that.
Please.
busyI've confirmed it. I like Sophary. It's almost funny. Many guys like me and ask me out, all I've done since the beginning of school year has been rejecting people. A friend of mine, a quiet girl, Chong. She has been there for majority of my rejections. That being said, she literally sat there while a guy confesses to me. She sat down, very sluggish and with a straight face, she finally asked me who do I like. Here's the funny part. The bell rings and I run to the next class. Stupid part of my plan, she has the next class with me.
"I know you, Babe. If I were to ask you a direct question, you would give me a straight forward answer. Who do you like? Honestly."
I just couldn't say it. I've been avoiding even letting people get a hint of who I truly have a crush on. There was all those side notes of other people and the constant boy drama/trouble was a great way to hide my feelings for another. This is what sparked the who guessing game.
"Chia!"
"Mike!"
"Cory!"
"Nick!"
"Owen!"
"Hello. Guys. I'm gay."
"Vicky!"
"Vicky!"
"Vicky!"
I mean, I know Victoria's hot and yeah, I know I'm always checking her out, but come on. I check out anyone and everyone!
By the end of the day, Chong and I sat down at our table, under the tree. The same straight face stares blankly into my eyes.
"Who do you like?"
"Sophary."
"Ah. I would never have guessed."
And it's true. I almost hid it from myself. I like her. I honestly like her. I cherish these feelings I have for her. I mean, no simple words could express these feelings. Not a single korny word would begin to describe my passion for her. I want to say, she makes the butterflies in my tummy flutter so much, ever so fast, I could literally float beyond the moon. It goes as far as saying, if I had to choose who has to live between the two of us, I'd use my last breath to say I love you. I know. I already know It's gay but hello? Have you look at me resently? I'm not exactly as straight as a road. There's always a few earthquakes now and then.
I don't want to have hope. Don't tell me whether she's gay or straight. I know it never work in my favor. I know I can't. I know I shouldn't expect much.. Or better yet, anything at all. But I just can't help it. I don't care if I get hurt or how much it would hurt. I already know what're coming, I'll be ready. Loving her makes me happy. She makes me happy. I hate always telling people;
"Smile. You deserve to. Dream sweetly. You have tomorrow to live for."
I merely want to smile again. Let me have at the very least that.
Please.