Heh, was looking through a box of stuff I had in High School and found this.
The ending this story had is actually pretty epic. I didn't write about it, but if it interests you then Y'all can talk to me.
Feel free to completely ignore this journal though, if angsty stuff doesn't suit ye'.

WARNING: Gigantic amounts of teenage angst follow. It's also not super-well written. But it got me thinking, and I'd like to share for some reason.

We've known each other for what seems like forever.
It seems like an eternity since we met, that day in school.
You were always nice to me for reasons that I could never see
I was always cruel to you, trying to fit in with people that I thought were friends
One minute I would be your best friend, and the next I would make fun of you and leave.
But always, after that we would talk.
We talked, we bonded, maybe even fell in love then.
We lost each other in the world for maybe a year
Fate fell in my favor for the first time, and we met at that party
Again, we talked, we bonded, we fell in love
You gave me your number, and I wanted desperately to call you
But when I tried to decide what to say words failed me
My love for you was indescribable, words seemed like dead grass compared to the fully bloomed rose that was my love for you
So I did not call, and by the time I summoned enough words to try to explain it I would chicken out and not call. Eventually the number did not work.
That was failure number 1.

Time passed, I became older and thought that I knew myself. Thought that I was over you.
Fate once again tried to throw me a bone, and we met in between class.
Once more we talked, we bonded, we fell in love.
Once more you gave me your number.
I actually called you, I even got brave and asked you out.
My mind raced, I could finally tell you how much I loved you.
But once again, when the time came to act I was too much of a coward to say it.
I was afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid you'd laugh. Afraid that I was wrong and you didn't feel the same way I did for you. Afraid that you would do the same thing that drove me away from social interaction in the first place. Just...afraid.
We still had a good time, we talked, we bonded. We became friends.
Once again fate conspired against us and you found out that you had to move.
I had your number and wanted to call you.
"I'll do it tomorrow." I said. But the problem with tomorrow is that it never comes.
Soon, the number no longer worked.
I had lost you again.
Failures two and three.

For the next three years I withdrew from everyone. Became the same socially inept hermit that everyone told me that I would become. Everyone but you. You saw something in me that no one else did. I could talk to you openly and not feel like a nerd, a loser, a freak. No one else on the planet understood me as well as you. And I fucked it all up. Why? Because I was too lazy to pick up a phone and call. Too afraid to admit to you the feelings I had.
Then the dreams started. Oh the dreams, so vivid, so terrifying. You were always there, right in front of me. But you stared right through me like I didn't exist. You never said a word. I looked into your eyes. Eyes that once were filled with glee. Eyes that inspired me to write, to sing, to not care about what people thought of me. But these eyes were different, these eyes were filled with indifference. The same eyes that I met on the streets, in the halls, everywhere else. I'd reach out to touch you, to try to get you to see me. But every time I got close you would step back and fall into the maelstrom made of my own self-doubt and inadequacy and I would know that I lost you forever.

It is now year four of being alone. I write this in the hopes that maybe, just maybe fate will be kind to this poor fuck and throw me yet another bone. I love you. I always have and I always will. I know I have not been the kindest person, but I am truly sorry. I did not truly realize exactly how much you meant to me until I had lost you. Please, if you are out there and you read this know that I love you...