Okay story time about Panda’s very slow love life:
About 5-6 years ago I moved to a fun little town in Virginia. After about two or three months of us living there my parents found out that old friends from high school lived there as well. About 20 minutes from our house is where they lived.
They had five kids. (Elijah, Salem, Aaron, Rocco, and Mary)
Of those five kids one was my little brothers age, one was my little sisters age, and one was my age. After we met them over at their big farm and crazy house we started visiting them every once in a while. We all got really close and we constantly asked about: When are we going to see the *last name*’s again?
After about a year of that summer rolled around and the guy my age: Aaron: found out I liked to write. I told him all about my ideas and books and nonsense, and he really liked it too. That summer we zoom called in our rooms every single day for at least an hour in the afternoon. We wrote together and it was awesome for the whole summer. He never forgot my birthday or anything and he was the best.
We then found out we were moving. It was a very sad time. We saw them the last day before we moved and he gave me a little bracelet and a book before I left. I moved away and settled into my new home and about two weeks after we moved in I got a letter.
It was a love letter, a confession if you will. Now at the time I wasn’t even a teenager yet, and this surprised me. I panicked and immediately called him and the best answer I could give was: I don’t know, I’m not ready.
I have repeatedly beat myself up for loosing that letter, I wish I could remember the exact words he wrote.
About two and a half years fly by and I find myself thinking about it again. I slowly find myself thinking about him more and more. In those two and a half years we’ve visited them and stayed at their house and stuff, but this was never brought up again.
During this fall he came up to visit with his family for dinner and I mentioned the letter very quickly to his older sister, Salem, who I would trust with my life. At that point she gets the hint, she understands and it makes me feel a bit better about it.
After about 8 months of thinking, brewing, and dropping hints to him I finally bring it up over text. I told him I remembered the letter. We talked for a bit, and it was nice to finally have a real conversation with him. He loves all the things I do and he is just incredible.
I talked with him for a while and the reality he brought up was: He was some stupid kid who didn’t know what he was doing: which well, hurt me a lot I guess. And he said: I’m actually getting close with a friend of mine, so you don’t have to worry that I might like you anymore. He seemed to get the impression that I was worried he still liked me and I left him hanging. With those facts, I don’t really know what to tell him anymore. He’s got someone else, and he doesn’t care anymore. I mean I think it’s stupid of me to have expected him to wait for me or even want to date me I guess. I mean we’ve known each other for maybe 5 to 6 some years. I really like him, I just don’t know what to tell him now. Do I just wait more? Maybe a few months? A year? A few years? It’s not like I haven’t waited years and months already. What do I say? Do I really want to anger some possible girlfriend? What is there to say?
Thats the current update on the Pandas love life. That’s pretty much the whole story. Any questions? XD
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