Sianz...long time no post...since so many ppl post thier individual short story, i think i would post mine too... PS this is the first romance story written by me so dun expect anything gd.....

LETTER OF APOLOGY
It was her. That pair of green eyes, always brimming with joy, and that long, silky hair, that delicate figure, so fragile that she might shatter if handled without care, and that melodious laughter that would infect the people around her instantly. She was Elizabeth.

I had never been the guy known for his looks, in fact, my appearance was below average. Due to my lack of fashion, my hardworking personality and the big black glasses I wore, I was always known as a geek. I had never been the centre of attraction. I was always struggling with self doubt and was a pessimistic person who often fails, but it was often her encouragement that gave me the courage me to go on.

I met Elizabeth in primary one, when we were allocated to the same class. Ever since then, I developed a crush on her. Whenever she spoke, my heart would involuntarily skip a beat. She was, to me, the angel that brought light when darkness overwhelmed me. There was also a legion of other boys who had fallen head over heels for her as well, and already, I had found that she had been occasionally going out with Calvin.

Calvin was my best friend and we were very close. I first met him in kindergarten and we had become the best of friends since. He was forever kind to lend a helping hand whenever I was needed him and would forgive me no matter how serious my mistakes were. He was a caring and valuable friend.

Jealousy spread like a plague through my body and it triggered off something inside me. I cannot believe that my best friend actually took her away. I often stared in disgust whenever I saw them together and I would feel a vein throb dangerously in my neck.

That night, I asked myself— friendship or crush? I made a painful decision—crush.

From that day onwards, I treated Calvin coldly. I often quarreled with him and evaded him as much as possible. Soon, he noticed something wrong about me and questioned me earnestly about it, but I would not tell for the sake of my pride. We thus ended our friendship.

It was painful and surprising, for I had broken something so thick with so little effort, to the point where it could not be mended, but my self-image pulled me together again.

It was Sunday afternoon and I was returning from the library when I saw her. She was as attractive as ever. I stood, heart beating wildly as I stared at her. My palms were sweaty as I fiddled with my fingers. I took my chance.

I muttered, “Elizabeth!”

“Eh? Oh, hello Harold! ”

I managed to mumble, “I… like you…” my voice trailed off.

“Pardon?”

I plucked up my courage and shouted, “I like you!” The words rang in my head. Our faces instantly turned scarlet as I looked down. She was at a loss for words.

Shame burned in my face. How I wish I could dig a hole and bury myself.

“I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way towards you…” Elizabeth muttered before walking away. Sadness pierced my heart and my eyes suddenly brimmed over with tears. It was too great for me to bear. Then it began to drizzle, and within seconds, became a downpour. I collapsed onto the cold, wet floor with my clothes soaking wet. I regretted my actions. How could I just so easily give up Calvin, who stood with me through thick and thin for eight years, for some girl who did not even have any feeling for me? How could I have put a wedge between our friendship? I cried in remorse and shame.

Here I am, penning down this letter of apology to Calvin, hoping he would let me mend what was broken.