Was Today a Fairy Tale? (Part 2 of "What would you call us?")

I can honestly say that I'm still longing for that day where I can't imagine myself any happier than I was.
I'm longing for that day to come.
When I actually felt wanted, loved.
He hasn't talked to me, looked at me, or maybe even thought of me. AT ALL.
I hate being in a situation like this that I just want to move to another country if not another state or city.
It just kills me that I told him how I felt, and he didn't tell me how he felt.
I don't know, I just wish the days would go by faster. Not like this where everything is slow and feels as if it's being dragged.
I've been in love before, but not like this.
It's different when I'm with him.
It's just...different.
He's a popular guy at school, heck, even outside of school, and everyone is still in shock that I confessed to him like that.
And he just stood there, looking at the card and the box of chocolates.
I guess Forrest Gump was right, "Life is like a box of chocolates--you'll never know what you'd get."
I mean, I'd do anything just to know how he feels about me. Even if it means I have to give up the necklace that my grandma gave me.
Sometimes, I just want to quit and forget about the whole thing, but I can't.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
I cannot get over him.
I'm pretty sure it'll be extremely hard for me to even bear to be around him if he didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it'll take me years to find someone else to fill my empty heart.
I know I'm young, and I shouldn't rush things, but I feel that I'm mature enough to handle this.

I lay on my bed, pondering.
I wonder if he ever thinks of me
Does he think I'm ---
I suddenly hear a knock on the door.
It was my mom.
"Honey, open the door. There's someone here to see you."
"Who is it, Mom?"
"It's your friend, Jeffrey."
What?! What is he doing here?
I quickly got up from the bed and opened the door.
I pulled my mom in.
"Where is he," I whispered.
"He's downstairs."
"What is he doing here?!"
"I don't know. He came here to see you. And why are you whispering?"
"I don't want him to hear me, Mom."
"Oh, okay. Now go down there and greet your friend."
"No, mom. I don't want to."
"Yes, you are coming down," she said while pushing me out the door.
I came down the stairs in my pajamas, and saw him sitting on my couch.
He stood up, smiled, and ran up to me.
He hugged me and said, "Hi, Amy. How've you been?"
I just stood there, confused.

What would you call us?

He sat right in front of me.
I couldn't even tell if I was happy or devastated that he was there.
He's the guy that I fell for the hardest.
He sat there, smiling his signature smile.
Gosh, how I loved that smile.
He never fails to make me smile. That's how happy he makes me.
The feeling I get when he's around...My gosh, it's inexplicable.
But...He loves her.
She was a good person. She could sing, speak in several languages, incredibly smart, pretty and she had a great sense of humor. How could I compete with that?
I loved the feeling of being in love, and being loved by someone.
It's just that...I feel that it's useless to love someone when you know that they don't love you back.
I'm just too tired of being hurt.
I guess I'll just stop.
But it's so hard not to love him.
He's funny, smart, witty, and good-looking.
There's nothing else I could ask for.
I loved him. He never took a second look at me.
He'd never love me. He has her, so what's the need? Little Miss Perfect is on the palm of his hands, what could be better?
He'd never look at me as more than a friend, and that brought me down.
I don't get why I let myself do this. I knew I was just gonna get hurt again, but I still took the risk. Well, I guess it's just fair because when you love someone, you risk being hurt again.

It was Valentine's Day. I made cards and brought little boxes of chocolates for my friends as usual. I gave it to them gladly, and I saw him sitting across the room, staring into space. I walked up to him, "hey, you okay?"
He looked at me, surprised that I was there, "yeah, I'm fine," he said with a sigh.
I put the box of chocolate and the card on the top of his desk.
"Well, I hope you enjoy your Valentine's," I said turning around, hoping he'd like the gift.
"Wait," he said.
I stopped in the middle of the class, not turning around.
"What's this for?" he asked, "Why are you giving this to me?"
He held out the chocolate and card in his hand.
"Why, Amy?" his voice echoed in my head.
I turned around and said, "Because," I paused, "I'm in love with you!"
I trembled as I realized that I've said that out loud, right in front of my class.
He just stood there, shocked.
Everyone's eyes were on me.
I ran out the door.
I needed to get out of there.