If only things were different

The day we met, was interesting. When we met, I'm not going to lie and say that I was instantly in love. Because I wasn't, if I'm being honest I thought he was gay. We got along the first few weeks of school, then I started talking about things he didn't like. Although we didn't talk a lot, he was still always there for me when I needed to talk. I never thought anything of it, he would get angry about me not eating, he would always stop me in the hallways to have a conversation, and he would always compliment me. I never thought to appreciate the one guy who actually wanted me, I was always too busy pining after guys who were awful to me. When winter came around although the weather outside was growing cold, my feelings for him were only growing more intense. But I never acted on feelings, I felt like I wasn't enough.