I love my girlfriend, yet at the same time I hate her ...
Take for example, her brains. She is one of the smartest people I have ever met: member of MENSA (which is a club for highly intelligent people), plus she is in the GAT (Gifted And Talented) program at school. At the age of fourteen, she is going to be a senior this coming fall.
Also take into consideration her looks. She has long black hair that is thick and silky-soft, intense, bright blue eyes that change color, depending on her mood, incredibly long lashes, a perfect nose, a killer smile with perfect white teeth and gorgeous, pumped up bow lips that are natural, curves in all the right places, long thin legs, and perfect posture.
I don't know what Meghan sees in me: a dorky, short, plump Jewish kid with zits, wild, brillo-pad hair, thick black Coke-bottle lensed glasses, and a big honker that could rival Barbra Streisand's. Yet she loves me. Don't know how or why, but she does.
Maybe I should be thankful that Meghan Cowles sees something in me that I (or most other people) don't.
I try to be nice to Meghan, but to tell you the truth, she makes me uncomfortable because she's so pretty, and I'm ... well, dog meat. I am not used ot having a pretty girl hanging off my arm; this is entirely foreign to me. Meghan is nice to me, but maybe it's because she feels sorry for me. I don't know what it is, but Meghan doesn't seem to have a mean bone in her gorgeous body.
I have hated Meghan for her beauty and brains, yet she still loves me, even when I am nerdy, clumsy, or geeking out. I wish I could tell her to find herself a guy more worthy of her love because I just don't see it happening between us. Right now, we are an item, but who knows how long it will last. Maybe she's using me to get ready to deliver the final blow: the moment where she tells me she can no longer be my girl or be seen with me because ti "just may ruin her reputation".
I guess I was wrong in taking Meghan Cowles, but I wish people could see how uncomfortable I am in having her in my life or how unworthy I feel in having her. All they see me is as their idea of a joke, their personal punching bag. Meghan doesn't see all that; she just treats me the way I would want to be treated, but dang, I just don't feel special enough to have a girl like her! I could have very easily said no when she introduced herself to me and asked me if we could have lunch together!
I don't know what is going to happen, but one thing is certain: Meghan may never talk to me again when I tell her how I really feel about her .....
~To be continued.~