Love Prose Poems Confessing to Girlfriend

Two years ago, you transferred to our school. When I first saw you, I thought you were different from other girls. I find you different, although I don't believe in love at first sight. But I found that I like you. I have been in contact with you for a long time, only to find that your personality attracts me in all aspects.

Everyone knows that I am a shy boy, although many people want me to change. But that doesn't mean it has to be changed. I found that I like you, but I didn't have the courage to express myself after all.

Get to know each other better every day. You and I can talk about everything and even be your confidante. Whenever you want to say something, I know how to answer it. Be happy every day and laugh with you. When your grades are not good, let's find a way together. In physical education class, we talked and laughed together on the playground. At that time, I skipped class with you and went shopping with you. Even classmates will joke that we are a couple.

At that time, there were endless topics and countless smiles every day. They asked me to confess. Since I like it, why not take the initiative? But I didn't expect that it was because of confession that our relationship went further and further.

I remember the weather was fine that day. I accompany you to go shopping, walk into the street, and laugh back. I'm telling you, I like you. But you said I already have someone I like. But I have liked you for two years. I haven't met the person you like. Are you lying to me? Are you kidding? But you said: no kidding, it's true.

I never thought this would happen. This is the first time I have confessed to a girl. It was my first love. I asked: since you don't like me, why are you still talking and laughing with me after two years? You said: I like your personality and your humor. But I don't love you. At that time, I felt like a bolt from the blue, and my heart really hurt.

Every night when I can't sleep, I always think of the little things between you and me and miss those memories. You are so cruel because you know how much time and effort it takes to forget someone. You have been engraved in my memory. How to forget? I walked feebly in the busy street. I hope to meet the next you, but there is no one in the world, and everyone is unique. How could I forget? After all, it's just sentimental.

When I think of the days when I was with you, there will be a smile on my lips. Things are not perfect. What do I expect? Two years with you is enough. At least prove that I once had happiness, although it was short-lived, but at least I did.

There is nothing to say, at least I have been happy.