Hello! 

This is a part 3! I would suggest reading part 1 and part 2 before reading.

Let begin!

So after the present we drifted apart again but because of the gift he would come up in my mind from time to time. But then it was already my last year of high school. At our school there is a dance/prom specifically for the people leaving. It is considered a formal event that required a date. I went to an all girls school and so I didn't know many boys but even if I did I probably would still choose to ask him. So several months ahead of the event I asked him if he wanted to be my date for the night. He didn't agrew immediately and it took sometime before I he said he would come and he would bring a friend to be the date of my friend. I was pretty excited. We agreed for the 4 of us ( his friend, my friend, him and me) to go bowling (which was quite awkward) and we later went to eat. Now when we were orderin I chose something rather fancy because I had just gotten some prize money so I decided to treat myself. When we were about to leave I found out he had paid for our meal and that made me feel horrible for getting something expensive.

Anyways... The actual dance was quite enjoyable! We attempted to dance which was pretty awkward because I have 0 dancing abilities but he was pretty nice about it. After that we spent the next few hours just chatting and it definitely confirmed to me that I liked him. We even talked about what wEddings we prefer(but maybe it was just because there was a wedding going on at the time at the same venue).

We saw each other a couple of days later at a volunteer place but nothing really happened and eventually we didn't speak much again.

At the end of the year I had gone back to Asia and while I was there I chose a gift for him as a thank you gift for his gift. I was originally planning on leaving a note inside to confess and thought against it because... I was moving away to study and a university about 11 hours drive away and I just didn't see it working out either way. I didn't actually end up giving it to him personally and left it with his friend because I didn't get a chance to see him before I left.

And so I moved and he would be on my mind from time to time and we would chat occasionally on social media, bup he wasn't a fan of social media so conversations would eventually die out and it kind of made me sad? Disappointed? I don't know. But it convinced me that not confessing was the correct decision. But as more time went on I felt that I still liked him and it was only going to make unnecessary emotional rollarcoasters and so I started thinking that maybe I should confess. Either he would reject me and I could get over him. Or maybe it would lead to something good. But I would type the message over and over again trying to explain my feelings but in the end I would chicken out and delete it. But this one night, a very late night mind you... I started to type it again... Just a simple 3 words. I like you. As I was going to delete it... I pressed the enter/send button... 

In on simple mistake... I just confessed... Over a text message containing just three stupid words.

Part 4 and conclusion coming soon

What do you think happened?