In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Crush.”
I spent too many years crying for you. And I realized that it was in vain. After all, I’m still invisible for you.
You made me feel horrible, that nobody will like me or love me. I never knew why.
Of course, at that time, I wasn’t diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome and Acute Severe Depression.
After receiving the diagnosis, I realized that, you’ll never date a girl like me and that you’re a complete dirt bag.
I still don’t have a boyfriend and, as I see things, I’ll never have one. But I learn that if someday
somebody have the guts to ask me out, to handle an eccentric person like me, I’ll be sure that if he’s like you I prefer to be alone. Thanks for showing me that.