Gary

2007-06-11T07:52:05+02:00

I have met him at work, few weeks after i had moved in with my sister. I asked him for help one day. Not that i couldn't do that myself, i just thought he was a nice (and shy) person and i wanted to start a conversation. I've always liked shy people, maybe because i am shy myself (or i used to be...?). I didn't fancy him at first, there was somebody else i liked, who turned out to be his mate. Anyways, we started seeing each other outside work. He would come to mine almost everyday, he would take me for a walk, or for a long drive when it was too cold for walking, we would have a nice night in on friday, night out with his mates on saturday... I enjoyed our time together, maybe because i didn't know many people there then... It was nice to have somebody to talk to, to kiss, cuddle up to... It was nice to get a sweet text in the middle of the night... I loved his smile, the way he looked at me, even the way he touched my hair... He wasn't a good kisser though :-) But it didn't matter of course. I liked him and i was happy, because i knew he was always there for me. Well, i'm saying this now, but as far as i remember i wasn't that bothered back then... I think he cared more... That was him who kept texting me all the time, who wanted to see me, who would say he missed me... Everything changed when i came back. He would still see me sometimes, he would text me, take me out, but i could feel that it was different than it used to... And then, one day, it's just finished! I didn't know what had happened, what i had done to him... He was gone and i could do nothing about that. It's been nearly two years now and i still think about him everyday... Not that i want him back, because i don't, i know he wouldn't treat me right and i just don't like him anymore, but there is always something that reminds me of him. We live quite near so i see him sometimes. We don't, well he doesn't even say 'hello' when he sees me... He pretends he doesn't. I know, stupid that is, but what can i do? I couldn't get over him for so long... I'm ok now of course... Many people i know, thought i was crazy. They all would say he wasn't good enough for me and i could do better than him (i don't understand how could anyone ever say something like this! but loads of them did). I cried many nights... I missed him... I wanted to see him... But i never told him that.

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