There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. She was sweet on him too. They went on a date, kissed, and fell immediately and passionately in love. They got married and lived happily ever after.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. She was sweet on him too. He was shy and never expressed his feelings, and neither did she. They never discovered their affection for each other, and they went through their lives feeling lonely and alienated.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. She fucked him only because she was lonely and he was there. Afterwards she found him hard to get rid of. She tried not to think of how she had hurt him because she preferred to forget that she too could be cruel.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. She found him attractive enough and his attention flattered her. But he soon got bored of her and began to ignore her. Suddenly cut off from her source of validation, she became obsessed with getting him to notice her again. He never did.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. Her love for him waxed and waned: sometimes her heart overflowed with affection for him, but sometimes she would look at him and feel only disgust. There was something vaguely sickening about his clinginess and his childlike faith in her. But she didn't want to hurt him and so she faked her love. She felt guilty for living a lie.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. He was loving and kind to her but he rejected her sexually. Was he gay, she wondered, or was there just something wrong with her? She was frustrated and unhappy, and her self-esteem withered.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. She took him for granted until he was forced to break up with her. Only when she could no longer have him did she find that she wanted him after all.
There once was a boy and he wasn't sweet on a girl. She threw herself at him so he slept with her a few times, but then he rejected her. Afterwards it was exceedingly awkward between them, and even worse, she had to see him every day. It hurt her to watch him act friendly towards everyone else but distant (though scrupulously polite) to her.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. He hit on her even though he was already engaged. She liked him but felt morally uncomfortable with their involvement. After she moved away he called her and left a message but she never called him back.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. They had a beautiful romance but it turned sour. When they broke up she cried for days. She indulged frequently in nostalgic thoughts about the way things had been between them. Though she was too stuck in the past to find someone else, he had soon fucked several new girls, all more attractive than she was. She stalked them on facebook, and although she had never met them, she was certain they were bimbos.
There once was a boy and he was sweet on a girl. She was sweet on him too. Maybe this time, she thought to herself, it would work out. Then it didn't. Well, shit.
