She was all I ever wanted. Long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, full red lips, tight body toned from years of cheerleading. She was more than her looks, of course. She was kind. Thoughtful. Generous. The type of person who went out of her way to make others feel welcome. Loved.
All through college, I was the one everyone ignored. When they bothered to notice my existence, it was purely to mock me. Make me feel small. Stupid. Insignificant. After a while, I began to believe them.
Freak. Geek. Nobody. Worthless.
With a smile and an offer to be my lab partner, she began changing my own perception of myself. She built me up when so many others had knocked me down, made me into a shell of a person.
But oh, how I wanted her.
Of course, I never told her. Why would I? Despite the self-esteem boost she gave me, there was no way she’d ever be with me. She dated the captain of the football team–a 6’5″, 290 pound giant of a man. And I was the 5’4″ 180 pound weird girl with the hand-me-down clothes and nerd glasses.
How could I ever stand a chance?
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