Fresh Start

When I was 15,

I liked someone dearly. A very beautiful girl, so mysterious and innocent. Out of all girls in my school, she was the one who could really made me wanted to made her mine.

When the time came, it was her birthday. She just turned 16 that day, and I had doubt that she would accept me.

She cried.

She rejected me, but declined telling the reason why. It was crowded in that class; apparently I was very popular among my friends. We lost contact on that day.