She is scared of life, just a girl who wants to be happy like the other girls, but she can’t, because she has a weak personality and lacks bravery. Today, I’m going to tell you her story—her one-sided love story.

  It all started when she was getting ready for her first day of school. Excited to meet her friends and new teachers, she didn’t know that this day would change her life. Among the teachers was the physical education instructor. He was funny, and also new, just like her. But little did she know, from that day on, a lot of things would change in her life.

  Her favorite class was physical education. She loved playing sports; it made her feel happy. She always got great grades in this class, and the teacher would always smile at her. One day, she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t play. The teacher noticed and asked, "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you playing?" She felt happy that he cared enough to ask. She told him she was sick, and she thought she saw a look of concern in his eyes—or maybe she was just imagining it.

  As time went on, she realized that she liked him. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. One day, she came up with the idea to message him using a fake account. She was scared to send the message, but she did. She typed, "Hi," and then went to bed. The next day, she was thrilled to find a reply from him. The conversation started like this:

  Girl: Hi

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  Teacher: Hey

  Girl: How are you?

  Teacher: I’m doing great. What about you?

  Girl: I’m fine, thanks.

  Teacher: Do you know me?

  Girl: No, I don’t, but I would love to get to know you.

  Teacher: Introduce yourself.

  Girl: My name is Laila. I’m from Howara, 19, and I love playing sports.

  Teacher: I’m Lhousain from Howara too. Do you know me?

  Girl: No, I don’t.

  Teacher: Your account is new. That’s strange.

  Girl: Well, yeah. I’m a student in your class, but I can’t tell you much about myself. It feels strange.

  Teacher: No, it’s normal. You can tell me.

  Girl: I don’t know. It feels strange… My name is [Her Name].

  Teacher: And your last name?

  Girl: [Her Last Name].

  Teacher: …Oh… Do you need anything?

  Girl: No, I just want to talk. Don’t misunderstand me.

  Teacher: If you need anything, come to my workplace. Don’t send me messages.

  Girl: Yeah, I’m sorry.

  END

  The girl felt a deep sadness after that conversation, thinking about how she could never look him in the eye again. The day came when she couldn’t even look at his face without feeling regret. She started avoiding him, noticing a look of disdain in his eyes, or maybe it was just her imagination. She regretted sending the message and thought, "If only I hadn’t sent it, maybe he wouldn’t hate me."

  She watched other girls talking to him and smiling at him. He smiled back at them, but she felt like she was the only one he hated. She tried her best to forget about him.

  After some time, she did manage to forget about him. She attended his classes without paying him much attention. He praised everyone except her, and though it made her sad, she ignored it.

  The school year ended, and she succeeded in all her subjects. She thought she had forgotten about the teacher—maybe that’s what she wanted to believe.