A Twisted Introvert loner Like Me, Mentally Wrecked One-Sidedly due to Love, Throws Away the Love Letter Sent by the foremost School's Beauty, Leading to an Unwanted Romantic Comedy - Chapter 21: It was not a bad feeling to express that putting into words.

Chapter 21: It was not a bad feeling to express that putting into words.

That winter in my second year of middle school is probably something I’ll never forget.

The core of who I was hadn’t quite changed back then, just that, I simply lacked experience with opposite sex.

It was my first experience having romantic feelings for someone of the opposite sex.

Whether it was too early or too late doesn’t matter actually. The problem was my lack of knowledge about romance. Well, it was the first time I felt this way, so it couldn’t be helped.

Simply because a girl happened to sit in the empty seat next to me, made me question like, ‘does that mean she is interested in me? I made such a shallow misunderstanding.

Although it’s just an analogy, well, the actual was pretty similar. The girl who happened to sit next to me was the type to talk to anyone without distinction. But as a loner, I misunderstood that and thought, “Perhaps, she is?”

Once you have convinced yourself of something like that, your thoughts become completely positive irrespective of the situation. Escaping from it is near impossible; it’s like being trapped in a spider’s net.

Despite being in that situation without feeling any sense of crisis, I even felt wrapped in happiness. Well, in short, there was almost no way I could have been saved from there.

Ignorance is scary, especially when it is an ignorance, you’re unaware of.

If I were to describe myself at that time in one word, ‘creepy’ would be just the word for it.

The conclusion my creepy self reached was, as you might expect, a heartbreak. And not just any heartbreak… The fact that I got rejected spread from people after people.

The reason why it escalated into such a situation? The reason was quite simple: the girl who rejected me spread it around because it looked and felt fun.

My first love was expertly turned into an outstanding joke.

“Hey, did you hear that? Erika got confessed by Kazari-kun it seemed.”

“Eh, I feel so sorry for her.”

“It’s seriously cringeworthy. If it were me, I’d vomit for sure on how gross it is… And Erika herself said she couldn’t remember anything that led to it happening.”

“You mean, what lead to him confessing to her?”

“Yeah, that—that.”

“Nn, wouldn’t it be something like that. Like, just because they sat next to each other, and talked a bit, then he fell in love with her, or something like that?”

“What’s up with that? So hilarious! You mean he got all that carried away by himself?”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, whatever it may have been—–”

“”That’s kind a ‘creepy,’ right?””

As I spent my days being talked about behind my back, I learned one thing:

The failure that occurs in a romance makes it all the more brutal.

That is why, I made a vow to myself —never again would I ever be in love with anyone.

By confiding about that past to Hiiragi, my beliefs that had started wavering for some time began to solidify yet again.

I see. Indeed, it’s not a bad thing to share your experience with someone. I would have almost ended up stepping onto the same egregious path which I had once forsaken.