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.