Personal Narrative: I M Skylar

It isn’t that he blew his chance, it’s that I never gave him one. He was just being honest, being himself, and I hurt him. Things will never be the same between us, and I won’t ever forgive myself.
We’re young and we’re dumb, and I never in a million years thought that I would end up with him. I’m Skylar, I’m small and introverted and I didn’t think anyone noticed me, but Jesse did. He’s tall and handsome, and he plays the guitar. I never thought that I would spark his interest.
It was November. We sat together in history class. It was the third- maybe fourth time he had caught me staring. I thought he was going to scowl at me or tell me to stop looking at him.
“I like your dress.” wasn’t exactly the smoothest way to start a conversation, but his comment made me blush nonetheless. It ignited a long conversation about nothing, and then about everything. Soon enough, “I like your dress” turned into “I like your smile”, which then became “I like your laugh” and eventually, surprisingly, “I like you.”

We sat together on the swingset that we were both obviously too big for. I was counting his freckles and he was playing with my curls. I thought he was going to crack a joke or kiss my cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day. I bought you flowers.” was the best thing he could say to spark a conversation about everything, and then about nothing. Soon “I bought you flowers.” turned into “Should we grab some dinner?” which then became “Will you be my