Her name was Hannah. She was a great friend of mine and, I happened to be secretly in love with her. The day I met her was the day she stole my heart. I met her through a friend in my neighborhood and we ended up being really great friends. As I learned more about her I knew that she was the one for me. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and she was always there to give me advice when I needed it. She was the most awesome girl in the world; always unintentionally doing those random little unexplainable things that I couldn’t help but think they were cute. She was my only desire and nobody else mattered to me except her. Call it an obsession if u will, but the way I felt about her I knew would never be matched by anybody else. This burning desire I had for her was far from lust although I do admit to thinking lustfully at times, but for the most part my love was for her and who she was as a woman. She was perfect.

One day, when I was talking with her, I couldn’t help but tell her how I felt about her. To my dismay however, she didn’t think of me as a potential boyfriend and she just wanted to be friends. I was heartbroken. The one thing I had wanted, no, needed was her and I was determined to somehow find a way, any way I could to get her to like me, no matter what it was. Of course I was depressed about my rejection but I wasn’t going to give up. I still loved her even if she didn’t love me. It was a hopeless situation and I didn’t see it till it was too late. Hannah and we remained friends after that but we weren’t really as close as we were before. She was always on my mind though. Everyday in my imagination I would try to picture me doing some great thing that would get her to love me and I kept wishing it would actually happen. It never did and I was stuck in my head with her and longing for her outside of it. In my free time all I did do was day dream about her and just think of what I could do to win her over. Unfortunately, she got herself a new boyfriend and I almost died on the inside. I had ended up going to a Friday night football game at our high school with some friends and Hannah had ended up going with her new boyfriend, Chandler, also. That night was really fun until I was about to leave until I looked in the corner of my eye to see them kissing. That tore my heart out and I actually did end up crying by myself. I was contemplating on whether to kill myself or not until one of my friends saw me by myself and comforted me. Her name was Kaylee Smith and she will always be one of my best friends and I will always be thankful. So instead of killing myself I just went into major depression. The next day I physically couldn’t move and I stayed in bed until after 3pm and didn’t do anything at all for the rest of the day and weekend. The day I dreaded was here. Not just because it was a Monday but because it was the day I would have to force myself to see Hannah and her boyfriend again. I passed them in the hallway as Chandler was leading her out of the hall and I knew what their intentions were and of course I almost broke down and cried in front of them, but I barely kept myself together and got into class. I couldn’t concentrate for the entire day and I started failing my classes. My life turned into a love tragedy.