Everyone experiences love differently with each person they know. Here’s a story from my past with someone.
I was REALLY young when I fell head over heels with this guy. He was charming, funny, confident, and a jerk sometimes. I confessed to him but was ultimately rejected. I didn’t know at the time, but he had a girlfriend. Even though I was rejected I continued to talk to him here and there over the course of a few years.
It wasn’t until three or four years later (when we were both single) that we starting flirting. It was around December to January when we really hit it off. I knew that this time, he wanted to pursue a relationship with me. We would talk every night over the phone and he’d text me throughout the day. I literally dreamed about him for a week straight; weird right? On top of that, we’d Skype and he even introduced me to his mom. It was hilarious.
And whenever he’d go party, he’d never forget about me. He’d call and tell his friends to say hi to me over the phone. And he always tried to not call me when he’s drunk for fear of saying something he shouldn’t. It was nice when we’d sleep with the call still on. It was an unofficial relationship I felt. But he didn’t ask me out for fear of the long-distance-relationship not working out (as he mentioned to me before because of a previous relationship he had).
Although this relationship never amounted to anything more, I’m glad that we’ve both found someone in our lives now and are happy. Sometimes I miss the love I experienced with this certain individual. It really felt like romance in movies.