The World's Common Tater

Even though I hate the concept of naming days(hump day, Black Friday, Cyber Monday, etc) I sometimes do share old photos on Throwback Thursday. So, today, it’s a throwback Thursday post. I wrote it a few years ago but it is about middle school and high school me and my first love and the fact that I never told them how I felt. Enjoy.

So, Day 19 wants me to write about my first love. I’d rather not, but as I’ve mentioned before, I am very good at following orders. Even orders from a random writing challenge. So, I will write about my first love. It’s embarrassing because some people reading this might know who this is. It might be even more embarrassing because this person might read this. It will also be embarrassing because it will be poorly written. Spoiler alert: This is the story of unrequited teen love. Grab your tissues before you read.

So, I first saw the first girl I ever loved when I was in 7th grade. We had gone to different elementary schools, so this was the first time we had met. I can’t say for sure that it was love at first sight(I do have one of those stories as well) but looking back it does seem that way. We were in the same classes, so I had the opportunity to get to know her pretty well. I was a very quiet kid with self-esteem issues, so there was no way I was going to tell a girl that I liked her. I didn’t want to deal with the inevitable rejection. so, we became friends and only friends.

We moved on to high school. In eighth grade, I can’t say my feelings changed, but that is where the above-mentioned love at first sight story happened, so there was another sad story of my really liking a girl without her liking me It was an ongoing saga of my school days. Anyway, high school. In high school, I still had self-esteem issues. I was not a popular kid. I was not athletic, attractive, etc. so I again assumed no girl could possibly like me. I’m pretty sure that was a correct assumption. I did have some good friends, though, and she was one of them. So, even when I was tempted to ask her out, I didn’t because I’m still 99.9% sure she did not feel the same about me. I made the decision that the friendship was too important to screw up so I didn’t open up.  This actually continued on into part of college until it changed from loving her to loving her as a friend.

It all worked out, though. We both found our true loves and married other people. I didn’t ruin a friendship by revealing how I felt. As I type this I realize that this sounds like a story in one of those sappy books for teens. Maybe that’s why I like them so much.  You can all make fun of my sad little love story now.