miss-ner-do-wells asked:

I’ll tell you about the relationship that almost, but didn’t happen for about three years in high school. So there was this guy I met in my Geometry class (of all places) named Jonathan and for unknown reasons, I just became completely enamored with him.

We were actually really cute “together” because we’d come up with like, different hugs to do. I remember once we did a hug where I ran into his arms and he spun me around like in the movies, and we got applauded by some random school kids who were visiting or something. I guess they thought it was a show. And he’d like, give me shoulder massages and playfully bite me on the neck, and we’d text and call each other all of the time. It was sweet.

But then I found out that the entire time, he had an on again, off again girlfriend and that really threw things out of whack. Mind you, I liked him a lot and during this time, I did not tell him this. For all intensive purposes, we were friends. And it was tricky to tell because he’d like, give massages to everyone and be very nice so I didn’t know if I was being singled out or not. Anyway, yeah, he had a semi-girlfriend and it hurt because I really liked him but eventually I got over him, because I knew I had to, and I also realized that I could probably do better. And I didn’t want to be the other woman.

Then, take it to my junior year, after we had Party in the Park, we’re all sitting in the cafetorium and the conversation turned into Me: “Did you know that I used to like you?” Him:”I did too…actually, I still do.” And there was an awkward phone conversation that night, and he still had his girlfriend and all, but basically we figured out how our friendship would be. And then we were just friends.

The  end.

Sorry if this isn’t what you expected, but I haven’t actually had any real relationships in my lifetime. Maybe one day I’ll have a better story to tell you.