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Hi. I'm 15. A high school guy.

Well, I've been liking this girl since the start of the freshman year. She's really cute and she's short. We're both Asian, only she's Korean, even though she doesn't look like it to me.

I only see her in science class, rarely in the halls. Last quarter we got to sit next to each other, which made me really happy and all, but I didn't show it. Yeah, she says hi and talks to me when we're close to each other. We talked about cartoons and your life and random stuff. It was fun. I thought she was the girl!

This quarter the class got a new seating chart, that separated us out, far away from each other. After that we never really talk to each other anymore, except for a few hi's from her weeks ago. We grew farther. The screen name of hers means nothing by now, since she doesn't write hi to me anymore.By then I assumed that she doesn't like me, and I'm just another guy that sits next to her. An insignificant part of her life. And I think the whole thing is my fault. I'm desperate to talk to her, but I can't, because I'm shy. I always think of all these bad things that'd happen right then, like my fly's open, she doesn't hear me, she hates me, things like that. And everyday when I come home I'd regret myself.

I decided to move on. I don't try to talk to her anymore, since she doesn't care anyways. Of course, I still like her, but I just don't try to get close to her, because I know personally that my efforts will be wasted. Maybe someday I'll come out of this shell and express myself. Then my heart can follow its path once again.