COULD THIS BE LOVE

COULD THIS BE LOVE

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COULD THIS BE LOVE? is a true life love story of Alex and precious, a true-life story which explains the fantasy of love

COULD THIS BE LOVE Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

Have you met angels in real life? Feeling as if your life is only focused on someone. Shebecomes the center of your world as if gravity keeps you drawn towards her. Someone you deserve to wait no matter how long. Someone who makes you forget all your sadness just by looking at her. Someone who can make you happy just by seeing her smile even though you are not the reason for that smile.

It might sound a little exaggerated, but I've found the angel. A very beautiful angel with a sweet sincere smile, her eyes are also very beautiful makes everyone like her. It's not an exaggeration but the angel really came to me, her name was Precious.

I am a weak person and always get bullied every day. I am short and unattractive, I also don't have any advantages like other cool kids because of that no one wants to be friends with me. I was used to being ignored and standing alone in the corner of the playground while watching other kids play happily ever since I was 5 years old so as usual I was standing in the corner watching other kids playing while imagining being one of them.

I never imagined or even expected anything, but that day the miracle happened to me. A girl came over to me and stretched out her hand asking me to be her friend. I can only be silent and open my eyes wide because it is very difficult for me to believe a beautiful girl whom everyone likes reached out to me and asked me to be her friend.

"Do you really want to be my friend?" I asked stupidly

But She smiled and said she really wanted to be my friend. It was a simple little act but in fact it was what made Precious an angel to me. I, as a child, really admired her and that admiration grew into love over time. Even when we entered high school my feelings towards Precious were the same

School may be a fun place for cool, smart kids or those who are very sociable but it's not for me. Surely you also have people who are very lousy and not easy to get along with. People who have a bad appearance with glasses and always hold a book. Someone who is always the target of other people's anger. If you ask him what school is like, I'm sure he will say like hell because that's how I feel.

Every morning I had to be mentally prepared every time I went to school because a bunch of bully brats would catch me and make me their vehicle to vent their anger if they saw me. That's why I have to be very careful when entering school so they don't find me.

I thought I had managed to avoid them by passing through the entrance gate while covering my face with a bag but I was wrong. As soon as I passed through the gate and started to feel relieved, one of them grabbed my uniform by the back and dragged me behind the school.

I don't know why they always do this to me every morning, maybe it's just their instinct as a predator to attack their weak prey like me because as far as I remember I have never wronged them. Even so they would force me to kneel down like a dog then take all the punches and kicks they gave me.

It hurts a lot but I have to endure all of it every day without being able to do anything. Maybe for you I look stupid because I just accept all that so I think so too, but there is nothing I can do because if I fight I know I will lose to them then they will start to repay me by beating me even worse.

Even though school feels like hell there is one thing that keeps me going and that is my angel Precious. Every time I was beaten she would come and the people hitting me would stop. She would chase away the bullies and then she would take me to the school garden to treat my wounds. It was a happy time that made me forget all my pain. I am happy that my angel is sitting near me.

"Why do you always let them beat you like this? You should fight and beat them. " Precious said and I could see the concern in the look in her eyes

"How can I fight them? They are in groups while I am alone, if I fight I will lose then they will treat me even worse than this. " I said

"This is why they beat you, you fool." Said Precious

Even though she calls me stupid somehow I like it when she calls me stupid. Maybe it's because I feel like she really cares about me every time she calls me stupid. However, I am very happy to be able to sit near Precious and talk casually like this with her because I have feelings that I hide from her.

Precious never knew I was secretly having feelings for her. She is the most beautiful and most popular girl in school because of that she is always liked by boys. Compared to the cool guy who approached her I was happy enough to be a messenger who always stood by her side and did whatever she asked.

Seeaskeder shining from afar became my own happiness. Seeing her smile and listening to what she says also makes me very happy. And what makes me most happy is doing what she asks because it makes me feel that I'm useful and maybe she needs me.

At first I thought that was enough for me. I thought I could just look at it from afar and save my feelings for me but as soon as I realized we might not see each other again after graduation, I started getting restless and scared.

My love for her grew so big and deep than a one-sided love without me knowing it. My fear of being separated from her prompted me to muster up the courage to confess my feelings to her and I decided I would express my love for her at our graduation.

I also bought flowers and chocolates to give to her after graduation. My head kept thinking how I would express my feelings to her. My heart was beating fast because I was so excited even though I became very restless.

But all was in vain because Precious didn't show up at the graduation ceremony, someone told me that Precious had moved in with her mother because her parents were gonna to divorce. I was broken and heartbroken because of my love whose story has not even started.II live my days hoping to meet my angel again. The next time we meet, will I have a chance to start this untold love story?

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