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writes:Two weeks ago I was in Germany. The Rhine Valley, to be precise.I went there on a trip with my Wind Band. I wont say what I play, for fear of discorvery, lol. Any one of the 66 people with me could be on this site!One of the other 66 people on this trip was a girl. For the same reasons, I won't mention any names. Or instruments, for that matter.Now I've liked this girl for some time. But the problem is, I barely know her. I never socialised much at practices, so I suppose it's really my own fault that she barely knows me either.But I'm not going to tell you the story of how I grew to like her even more. Her playful nature, her all-round kindness, etc... No, I'm just going to tell you one thing that I discovered on this trip.Ever heard the phrase: "His/her heart swelled" ? Well, I'm telling you now, for those that haven't experianced it, it's not just a metaphor.The highlight of the trip for me came when we were on our way down a large hill, after visiting one of the Rhine's many castles and fortresses. She was walking by herself, and she didn't look happy. Somewhere from my pathetic reserves of bravery, came the question: "Are you ok?"To which she replied. "Fine really. Just a little ill." *frustrated sigh* "So now when I throw up, you can tell everyone how I was feeling ill a few moments before."I left her alone after that. Wisely, I thought.She went on ahead, and I got into a debate about gravity with some idiot who didn't think it really existed. When we reached the bottom, he broke off to join his other friends, and I saw her sitting on a small wall nearby."Feeling better now?" I was on a roll that day."Yes thanks." And then she smiled at me. "Thankyou for asking. I'm sorry I was a bit snappy with you earlier."Somehow, my brain worked past that dazzeling smile, and put words in my mouth. "It's fine. I'm never happy when I'm ill either."She smiled again. "Well, thanks for noticing.""You're most welcome." And that was that.But, for the first time, I felt a real sense of accomplishment. She knew my name; we'd spoken; she actually likes me! And when she smiled, my heart did swell. Swelled right up, almost painfully. Felt good, though. Really good.So now she knows I exist, I feel that there may actually be a slight chance for me. Some of you, at least, will know what I mean. And those that don't, remeber: it's not just a metaphor! Reply to this Article
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reader, anonymous, writes (21 August 2009): i think you achieved more than you know - you are shy by nature and you stepped forward as a brave knight to help a damsel in distress - that takes courage.
be proud - and think back how you felt them and then you use it when you face bigger monsters.
Star.x.
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reader, Phsyciatrist-to-be +, writes (20 August 2009):
Phsyciatrist-to-be is verified as being by the original poster of the question nah: my pathetic reserves of courage don't stretch THAT far, I'm afraid. But I'm hopeful now, lol. Thanks for the comment
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reader, Rosy +, writes (19 August 2009):
So what is the relationship between you and her now? Sorry to be nosy, its souns as there is something special between you and her, I want to know if you and her are together now? If not then hope you find someone who raises your blood pressure rise as well as make your heart swell. :)
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