Hi everyone, I’m Emma, a 35-year-old with a story that stretches all the way back to my high school days. Back then, I was the quiet, bookish girl who spent more time in the library than at parties.
I had a massive crush on Jason, the school’s golden boy. Jason was handsome, popular, and seemed to have it all.”Emma, come on, you have to at least try talking to him,” my best friend Sarah would nudge me whenever Jason walked by.I would blush furiously, hiding behind my thick glasses. “Sarah, you know he’s out of my league. I’m just… me.”
“You’re amazing, Emma. He’d be lucky to know you,” she’d insist, but I’d just shake my head.
Jason, surrounded by his friends, never spared a glance my way. He was always the center of attention as the star of the football team. I watched from afar, convinced he didn’t even know I existed.
