Although I was depressed over having been denied, I cared more for her than what I was to her, so I decided to remain friends with her. I was despairing for so long. I couldn't sleep at night, and I just couldn't get over her. I clung to a solitary hope that she would change her mind. For months, we stayed good friends, still spoke every day. I told her that regardless of how she felt about me, it would not change how I felt about her. After school started, it only became worse until my hope prevailed and she told me that she did feel the same. I was happier than I had been for a long time, but that didn't last. Although afterwards I realized I was more to blame for it, she never seemed to want to be around me. She chose to be with her friends instead, and out of the depression that resulted from that, I constantly made her feel that she didn't show enough how she felt. I made her feel like she was making me miserable. In the end, it was my fault. I didn't try hard enough. She broke up with me after three months, and I thought I could try to stay friends with her still, as I had the last time, but I couldn't. I told her that it was painful for me to be around her, and I that I knew she didn't want a penpal, someone she couldn't be around in person. We stopped talking. For a month, that brought me sorrow unlike before. The first event which began to drag me out of my melancholy mood was in class. When the bell rang, Laura walked from her desk to a mutual friend of ours close to mine. I'd seen her before and I'd been struck by how attractive she was, but I'd never spoken to her before then. After my friend told her to do so, she said hi to me and left. The explanation for that which came later was that I looked scary from across the room. I began to talk to her, and despite thoughts that I would never get over the last time, I fell for her. It wasn't long before I called her my girlfriend. Because of the brevity of the time we spent as friends before, It was probably never as meaningful as my relationship with Sofie. She left for distant shores and although she said she wanted to remain friends more than anything else, as I did, she cleaned her hands of me. She removed any medium for conversation we could've used. That was how that ended, regrettable as the last time had been. She gave me hope, and though I felt terrible for how that must've felt for Laura, she did the same to me eventually, as I should have expected.