I only had one friend growing up and it was a girl.
I fell in love with her but was friendzoned pretty hard.
We stayed friends as we both grew up.
We went to different colleges after high school.
I had zero friends at my college.
I tried to stay in contact with her but she seemed to ignore me.
I went to visit her at her college as a surprise and saw her kissing some guy.
I talked to her the next day, it was really nice, but I was still in the friend zone.
I didn't see her again until years after that.
I had no direction in life, no goals, no reason to live. A bullet in my head was coming soon so I gave up and joined the army.
I was sent to fight overseas.
I was stationed over there for a few years. I made a good friend too.
Unfortunately he was shot and kiled.
I think about the girl I love everyday.
I write her letters but she never responds.
I leave the army and return home.
I buy the house I grew up in.
After a few years the girl I love comes to visit me at my home. She is in trouble and has nowhere else to go.
It's by far the happiest time of my life.
I can't bear to be just friends with her anymore so I tell her how I feel.
Everything goes better than expected! We make love.
The next morning she leaves without saying goodbye. I don't see her again for a few more years.
Then one day I get a message from her that she needs to see me so I go and visit her.
She has a child. It's my child.
She wants to marry me, so I agree and we get married.
One year later she dies. I'm devastated.
I'm now a single father with no chance of ever getting a girl again.
Oh wait that's not my story, that's Forrest Gump, nevermind.