I fumbeld so Hard,. How can i get over it and forget all of that.
First off, I’m a 17-year-old boy—a bit of a nerd, not exactly ugly—but the story I’m about to tell is about the closest I’ve ever been to a girl, and that’s why I think it’s really hard for me to let go. But you’ll see—so let’s get into it.
This was back when I joined the “teen group” at age 12. There was this girl—beautiful and perfect. The teen group is for 10–15-year-olds. For years, I tried to get closer to this girl, but nothing worked.
Later, when I was 15, I joined the youth group. There was another girl there who was also interesting. We got closer and had almost something like a relationship, but it wasn’t a relationship—it was more like friends with benefits. But at the end of the day, I was still 15, and we didn’t really have anything; it was basically a kind of kindergarten-level relationship. We’ll call this girl Anna and the girl from before Marie.
Even though I’m with Anna now, I could never forget Marie. Then she got a little closer to me—Marie, that is. I was a bit desperate. Eventually, that kind of “relationship” with Anna faded away. But then I generally stayed out of the youth group and lost contact with both of them.
Last summer (summer 2025, today is April 2026) I got back in touch with Marie via WhatsApp. It looked like she was interested, and deep down I was interested in her too. But I, being the idiot that I am, didn’t do anything, didn’t make a move, simply because I thought that if I got together with her, my “friends” would think she was weird.
In the end, I was such a jerk that she suggested we cut off contact again. But Marie is good friends with my sister, and I see her every now and then, like today. That reminds me of everything.
But now it’s too late anyway, since I didn’t show any interest during summer break either and kept telling my “friends” that I didn’t want anything to do with her.
How do I let go? Like I said at the beginning, this is the only thing I’ve ever had with a girl, and I constantly feel the urge to text Marie something, but that’s pointless—if I were to get involved with her now, I’d be the biggest loser since I’ve already told all my “friends” that I don’t want anything. Last week, Marie sent me old pictures of us out of the blue. I ignored them, and I’m still ashamed of it. I lowkey hate myself for all of that.