>>20497128I let her slip out of my hands, and the regret tore me into smithereens. We were both 17 and I met her in French class. She had straight golden hair, fair skin with cute moles, and these nebulous green eyes that you just got lost in. We both knew we liked each other, and would catch each other looking, but I was too much of a pussy to do anything about it. I kept waiting for opportunities to approach her (rather than making my own), but they never came. By mid-year the french course was over and I no longer had classes with her. She went to prom with a friend and I went with some random whore. I still remember the last day of school when I last saw her walking away. I never recovered from that. Still hurts nine years later. I daydream that I’ll stumble into her.
