Haunted

This is a story of a real person-not me, not you.

A certain girl was fond of a boy. This girl set her eyes to this boy who happened to have typical physical assets, nothing special. But this boy has many achievements, without knowing it the girl was intimidated by him. Seeing him is a joy and an agony at the same time. The joy of feeling his presence is enough to sustain her life span, but it kills her every time that no words of appreciation for each other's presecence is coming out of their mouth generated by their brains full of words. 

All along, the girl was not that keen enough to know the very mere fact that the boy is not feeling the same way for her. She thought to herself "that is why he never approach me, that is why he never say hi to me, that is why he never chose me, that is why he never say my fucking name!" She felt like she had taken too much caffaine that she awakened to what was real. 

She was happy and horrified. She knew that waking up from what turned out to be a horrifying dream is a happy thing, but she knew that it will somehow leave a mark, a scar perhaps. 

As of now, she is more than happy that everything will be just a nightmare repeating in her head, she will panick a bit, but eventually she will learn how to wake up from it and everything will be fine for her.

It sucks that she still needs to deal with him because the truth is he happened to be someone that she needs to face every day. She knows that no matter how hard he looks into her eyes, he will never know what she had gone through, but the girl will always be haunted by what she did to herself.