Just what the question asks. And do you mind telling me the story, how you felt, and still feel about it?
I liked someone for about a year before I finally worked up the courage to let him know, though I had to tell him in an indirect way. He flat out ignored every attempt I made and I was confused about it (because I didn't realize what he was doing and I was pretty certain he used to like me) until I found out he is now engaged to someone else. It sucks but I am still proud of myself for doing something I've never done and putting myself out there.
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The entirety of my junior year, I was insanely infatuated with a senior. I thought it was love even though I hardly knew him outside of our AP bio class. Two days before he graduated, I approached him at his locker and confessed. It was awkward as hell, and I'll never confess like that again, but I don't regret a thing about it. It was my first confession, so naturally, I didn't handle it perfectly. Or well at all. But it gave me the liberation I needed to move on, to know that even if it ever was reciprocated in the slightest (and it probably wasn't, but I had to try), I did everything I could. My crush was the largest I'd ever experienced at that point in time, so it took me the summer and a month of senior year to move on, but I did. I haven't forgotten him, and I probably never will. He was my first major crush that I couldn't brush off as just adolescent attraction (like sophomore year) or puppy love (like middle school and freshman year), and it was him that turned a shy girl into one bold enough to say anything. I'm pretty open and brave now, and I'll probably make a move on a long-time friend soon. What I did last year wasn't true, and this might be, but it was the lessons I learned there that gave me the bravery for this, where something real is on the line. Life is full of stepping stones and questions. Sometimes the best thing to do is get a direct answer so you can keep leaping to the next stone.4