The Confession: Battle Of Hearts (My Love, My Plight)

Plight of the fallen... Despite maturing out of the episodes of rejection, my ability to function socially was damaged. My confidence remained low. I had a hard time communicating properly. I was very bad with words. To the contrary, I was passionate in my feelings. I fell in love. The first man I ever loved never knew how I really felt about him. Back then, he was my motivation for changing. I worked on building myself up just to have the courage to talk to him. To be honest, if it weren't for my obsession with him, I would have remained in my shell. Now that I think about, he wasn't anything special. He was a chubby emo kid like me. Not very verbal. Not even poetic. He was a quiet boy. He kept to himself, but I saw something in him. Something that I wanted to possess. Something that threw me into an obsession. He had a dark aura surrounding him. Same breed as me. When my feelings were developing for him, I was in denial. I didn't want to admit that someone could have an emotional hold over me. I hated the idea of giving my heart, my soul, up to a man. It took me two years to finally accept that I had fallen. Every time I was near him I would melt. I couldn't give him eye contact, let alone shake his hand. When I finally got the courage to talk to him, he rejected me. I didn't get the chance to reveal my strong feelings for him. I didn't get the chance to pour my heart out. Even so, I wasn't terribly hurt because I expected it. I didn't regret the situation, because I gained more confidence than what was normal. Though my feelings were slightly hurt, the pain didn't last long. I smoothly moved on.