Aaron

If you read this, whoever you are, I hope you keep the secret. Let this stay between you, me, and the silence.
This happened a few years ago, I don’t remember how many, nor do I remember the exact year although I have 2 possible in mind. That day, I was bored. Something typical in my mood of ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ, which is defined as a mix between boredom, sleep, hunger, happiness and sadness at the same time. Yes, I am weird. If you ask me how I am, I cannot miss one of these. Or maybe like always or almost always, I have them at the same time.
My mother is reading something in English to my brother, her accent is interesting. Mom don’t deconcentrate me!
One day, a new boy came to the school, not in my class, the typical mysterious football fan who gives you the impression that he will be popular.
Spoiler, it was.
My mother told me that he is attractive, and I know that she has good tastes. Although, please don’t tell my father that he isn’t her prototype. Shh.
Dad, if you read this, it’s not what you think. But since you are unlikely to read it, I can die peacefuly.
So.
He was the type that all the chicks would fall in love with. But as I like to be the exception, I didn’t get to like him.
Why?
Well, for my part, you can be the person with an abundance of beauty awards, I’m generally interested in your intelligence first, and I’m not talking about how much the educational system imposes on you to know. I think you get the point.
I was always the shy classmate who doesn’t talk to almost anyone except her imaginary friends. But the exception is that I don’t even talk to them, nor do I know if they still exist.
But, as I am a contradiction in a human body, I was always that type of person who is always there for others to help them rise from the ashes even though I am sinking. Or so they tell me. And I am not going to tell you if it is true or not, you will have to discover it yourself, if it really interests you. But since I know not, let’s get back to the topic.
I always listened to the girls talk about him, and they had me a little (more) fed up.
So one day, I started talking to him. Shyness no longer mattered, tiredness sometimes makes you reach your limits.
And I got them his number. That day seemed like the end of a world war of the winning country.
But we were all happy. Me because they were going to leave me alone to return to my universes (disadvantages of being a dreamer), and they with the "treasure" clearly in quotes, in their hands.
But again, impossible dreams. In the following days, dramas.
Doesn’t answer.
He ignores me.
Etc.
And it’s frustrating, yes.
But how difficult was it to leave me alone?
And there the fury was unleashed when, after a few weeks, he started dating a girl.
It was wrong. But I was secretly happy.
They needed to change contact name of their crush differently, because 1. They weren’t supposed to have his number, and 2. Because the guy had a girlfriend, and since they had it with a heart emoji, I don’t know why, it wasn’t so acceptable.
And my mind processed something.
The criteria were:
Easy to remember name.
Appears before all contacts.
And I came up with Aaron.
And since then, if you are my crush and I have your number for coincidences of life, I will have you like that.
So if you want to know who I like, just steal my phone and find Aaron.
Now though, I’ll find another name, and you won’t find Aaron.
But if I don’t have Aaron’s number?
I will not tell you. But don’t tell pseudo Aaron that I like him.
PS: Pseudo Aaron, I like you. 😛
Who? Doesn’t matter.
Maybe you’ll know one day the real name.
Maybe one day you’ll know what is the new name that I’ll choose.
Maybe one day you’ll find out who the Aaron was this time.
Maybe, maybe….