In my little school, there was a girl that I knew.
Her name was Natasha, and she was the hottest girl in the school.
She had a curvy body and a beautiful face carved by Aphrodite.
I have a crush on her.
I never had this feeling before, and I want to express it to her.
So, on a Friday, I walked up to her.
"You're so beautiful. Will you be mine?"
She blushed, and bit her lips.
"I'm sorry, but no."
I felt faint, and I was tearful. Holding the pain was sharp. She was the perfect girl.
She was sweet, calm, and gorgeous. She was the right one.
A few months later, I found out that she is dating someone else.
Years go by, I never got a girlfriend.
I will never get that feeling: