What do you want to get off your chest, fellow redditors?

Do you know how long I've been "the weird kid"?

I'm not going to answer that, because you know it's what I've always been. You knew this ever since I asked her out that day.

Why did you even start talking to me in the first place? Was my failure so interesting that you felt the need to ask me loads and loads of the same questions I've already been asked?

I don't remember agreeing to be friends with you. It just kinda happened after you broke up with him. You came to me...why? You couldn't have been attracted to me. When we first met, you called me ugly on impulse. You couldn't have liked me much either. We'd only known each other for a few weeks.

Months passed. You grew on me, like a tumor. You taught me things I should've known long before, and you showed me things I never thought I'd see. Every time you saw me, that same geeky smile overtook your face. Your curly, frizzy hair bounced in the wind like it had a mind of its own. Your green, cat-like eyes seemed to flash every time you blinked.

I wasn't used to this. I'd never been this close with a girl before, and I had no idea what I was doing. Did I want to go further? Did I want a girlfriend? I didn't want to ruin what we had, in fear that I may never have it again, so I suppressed my feelings.

Summer came. You left for vacation in Russia, but we agreed we'd keep in touch over Skype. We did, and you seemed to only get more beautiful by the day. I still kept it to myself though. Even when you asked, I denied. I didn't want to be alone again.

When High School began, you asked me to be your lab partner. I happily agreed, and we went about our year together, doing projects and making jokes about our old fossil of a teacher.

Then, something happened.

You snapped. I don't know if it was something I said or did, but after that day, I never saw you smile again.

You switched lab partners. You blocked my Facebook, Skype, AIM, and every other media outlet we would use to talk to each other. I didn't want to ask what was bothering you. I couldn't, in fear that the problem could be me. In hindsight, I'm certain it was.

Your friends were no help. They tried, but you wouldn't let your guard down, not even for them. I was alone again.

I eventually had to let go. You had no interest in me anymore. You'd moved on, but I hadn't.

I'll never forget you, the way you said my name in that cheery, bubbly voice, the way you tossed your tangled red hair, the way you understood me like nobody else did.

I'll never forget you the way you forgot me.

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