I once confessed to a girl in Elementary School. During break. In class. With a few of her girl friends right next to us. Kids are bold, eh?
Nothing happened. We were kids, so it looked just like:
- "Hey, you pretty and you look nice, I like you"
- "Oh... Is that so? Alright then, I guess..."
And, as far as I remember, nothing of value happened afterwards. We stayed just classmates and, since we were just kids, my idea of liking her wasn't huge of a deal enough to even actually make me sad about this nothingness that happened and that nothing of an answer I got. I think we got separated by simply different classes in Middle School (same school building, different floors). We didn't talk much after that. We stopped really caring about each other as well. The End.
This was the sad and boring "Nothing of any value happened, how is this even a 'story'?!" story of a child's first love. You're welcome, guys.