» Fri May 31, 2013 2:15 pm
Here's something that I sent to a fanfiction author a while back. It sort of shows that love isn't a choice.
"I'm only fourteen but I went through a very similar experience. I met the girl at the end of Year 7 when I was twelve and I hardly talked to her. She was largely known as a "psychopath" because she's hurt a couple of people with her scissors when they annoyed her. Anyway, it was in Year 8 that I got to know her more. We both had the same English lessons, French lessons and Product Design lessons. She was and is a lot like me; we liked the same sort of things, had the same sort of views on everything and had a similar attitude. So we obviously clicked and she became a very close friend straight away.
About half way through Year 8 she asked me out. I didn't have a clue how I felt and didn't say anything for two weeks. After those two weeks she dropped it, but that was also when I started to gather feelings for her. As time went on we stayed as close friends, but she was making me less of a friend and I was becoming more and more in love with her. When the six week holidays came to pass, I had missed her greatly. So in Year 9 was where I became slightly obsessed.
For the first four months until after Christmas everything went great. I spent lots of time with her secretly flirting and we were both having lots of fun. But in January, on the eighteenth, we were casually hanging out in the school library when her boyfriend came in. He never truly treated her like a girlfriend, more like a sister. So he came in and looked at us, clearly annoyed. She spotted this and asked him what was wrong. He said, "You two spend lots of time together.", clearly jealous. She replied with, "Oh, don't worry he's obsessed with me." before walking off with him. That's where chaos started.
It was basically the next day when she suddenly hated my guts for no reason. She ignored me for a long time, before beginning to be horrible to me because I kept asking her why. By now a lot of people liked her. She became a beautiful object to the hormonal nerdy types and became a great friend to all girls this meant that she spread lies about me everywhere, causing everyone to hate me. My friends were nice and sympathetic to me at first, but soon they got annoyed at it all and gave up. She continued to treat me horribly to breaking point for me, but luckily I started to recover slightly. I hated seeing her like that, but I began to deal with it. But suddenly, luckily for me, she became my friend again... For two weeks. Yep. She made me feel great for two weeks and then was suddenly horrible again. Wow.
My birthday came shortly after. I was fine on my fourteenth birthday up until half way through the school day when she started being horrible with three of her friends. I couldn't do anything. I felt glued to the floor. When I managed to do something, it was from rage. I picked up one of the girl's bags and threw it at one of them. I didn't do it to her, because I just couldn't. I accidentally gave this girl a black eye. So later my mum and dad informed me of their disapproval and told me I'll be in isolation on the next day of school. This was on my birthday!
So she hate me for another long while, along with most of my peers (including hormonal boys who were once my friends), and then she liked me again, then hated me, then liked me. But I had gotten used to it. It had all made me a wiser person. I took a different approach to my sometimes obsessive behaviour to get her back, I decided to take everything with a calm but fun attitude. It worked. She became my friend from July on the last day of school, right through the six week holidays into September and into the middle of October. She had dumped her old boyfriend months before then, so I was back to flirting slightly and genuinely having fun. Things had changed between us, but not that much.
What happened after between us was my fault. She had changed from the girl I used to know and love. She was now more popular, flirted with her friends that are boys and let them tickle her and randomly pick her up. I hated this new more popular flirty version of her. The worst thing was that she never let me even so much as hug her. But she randomly kissed this boy I knew and I hated it. He didn't deserve her. He has always been popular, had lots of girlfriends, was and is very big headed about everything and constantly uses his "My mum's dead, my dad's in prison and my brother hates me" card. Don't feel sorry for him, he uses it for his own advantage a lot. He also has a bad sense of humour but lots of people liked him for it, but I stayed unpopular.
So, what happened was that I got worked up over it all because she was going out with her old boyfriend whilst kissing this other boy and flirting with other boys. I called her a few names and pushed her before going to my lesson. After that she hated me again, which was so freaking unfair because she has been treated much worse by others. She became my friend again last month and we have been friends since.
Why am I still her friend? Why do I put up with all of this hassle constantly? Why do I put up with it all constantly when I am a very nice person who deserves better? I put up with it because I love her. And I know that this will probably happen more, but I can't help myself. I know some blame can be put on me for my slightly obsessive love for her and my anger at the situation, but I don't deserve any of that. Fate is being cruel. I'm also very romantic, as she has said before, but I don't want to get another girl. I want her. If you knew her you'd understand. The sweet laugh that makes anyone crumble, the evil little smile she has that is just adorable, the squeak she makes when she's being tickled and how her face goes as red as a tomato sometimes. Everything about her is just perfect, and I deserve to have her because I have know her for longer than most and I actually love her, I don't want to just have my hands down her pants."
There more of an update now. She hated me on my birthday and ruined the day again and has hated me since. I don't choose to love her, I can't help it. The person she is is addicting.