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Lady MCreepsta's NightNoise Horror Podcast
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When a childhood crush turns into a lifelong infatuation, a stalker replaces the object of her obsession with a nice guy named Paul.
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When a childhood crush turns into a lifelong infatuation, a stalker replaces the object of her obsession with a nice guy named Paul.
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How do you know someone is the love of your life? For me, it was in fourth grade. Kyle wasn't typically handsome, especially with his goofy demeanor, but he was tall and had a beautiful smile with a dimple on his left cheek. I just knew I wanted to make him laugh forever. He sat next to me and I noticed that despite having dark brown hair, he had almost imperceptible freckles. And he was so nice and funny. We soon became good friends. I only had the guts to tell him I was in love with him in sixth grade. Kyle told me he was sorry, but he didn't feel the same way for me, and he probably never would. He said We should distance ourselves until I could move on. It's being 20 years and I haven't moved on. Mm, one could say, I'm crazy. I'm not living my life for some guy I've never even kissed. I'm idealizing someone that will never exist. I don't even know what kind of person he is like because we lost contact after high school. This is mere infatuation. A childhood crush taken too far. Well, I can't prove you wrong. I just know what I feel. It took me forever to have my first kiss and lose my virginity. I always had to imagine it was Kyle, but nothing and no one could compare to him. So I would soon lose interest. Sick off, wishing for something I couldn't have. I moved away from my hometown and sometimes I would talk to my friends still living there on they would report seeing Kyle with some gorgeous girlfriend. A new Kyle enjoyed my company or at least used to when we were younger. And it hurts me to think that he didn't reciprocate my feelings because I wasn't pretty. I felt like the ugliest girl on earth, and I hated myself for a long time. I never had a movie moment where I just take off my glasses, straighten my hair. Andi become beautiful. Paul knew from the start what he was getting himself into. He was, in my opinion, too handsome for me. Had a great sense of humor. On was such a gentle soul. Paul was the only one by my side when my grandfather died of pancreatic cancer. And when my brother had a nasty car accident that put him in a wheelchair forever, and I was so lonely. I was so tired and desperate are feeling so much love for someone that barely remembered me. At 26 I had never dated for more than three months because I couldn't pretend anymore that my boyfriend's were Kyle and I couldn't stand kissing someone. That wasn't the saddest part was that sometimes I thought I was free from silently loving someone for so long. But only listening to his name made me shiver. The one sided feeling wouldn't go away. It's not like I was obsessed with him or thinking about him all the time. I mostly lived my life almost forgetting about Kyle until the smallest trigger filled my heart with this persistent, unrequited love. Once more, Paul was patient. We took it slow. It was nice being with someone whose face I didn't need to replace by someone else's, because I liked him. Paul really cared. I felt a warm feeling in my chest for him. If this was love, I don't know, but it was good. More importantly, it was good enough. After three years of dating, Paul proposed, we held a small ceremony and had a great honeymoon trip. Everything was fine. I was happy enough. I felt like it was the most I could feel for someone else. If I believed in soul mates, I'd say Paul was mine. But my way would Heart still insisted in remembering Kyle. Just the thought of him holding my hand flooded my eyes with tears of joy. It was so silly and embarrassing. I'm getting old and I'm terrified this feeling won't ever go away.
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