I experienced my first love rejection when I was five. I was in love with this cute boy with curly hair and smiled like that of a rainbow. His name was Isaac Shawn. He swept away my heart the day he volunteered to be my drawing partner and I fell in love in an instant.

Being a five year old girl, I was aware of the cooties rumor and the fact that boys were supposed to be gross, but I believed otherwise because I couldn't get rid of the butterflies illegally partying in the pit of my stomach for many days. I decided to tell Isaac how I felt about him.

It was during lunch time I got the chance to express my feeling to him. I confidently marched to where he usually had lunch with his group of friends holding a package of chocolate cookies to gift my beloved. I wasn't even shy or hesitant about it, beside I was thinking Isaac was going to love me back. Because why not?

Once there, I smiled and handed him the package of cookie. He took it, his cute chubby face creased a little with confusion but then he smiled his rainbow-like smile and thanked me anyway. I sat on the seat opposite to his and watched him open the delicacy and began munching on it. My heart beat with anticipation.

As he took the next bite, I proceeded to confess my undying love for him and how I wanted him to be my partner in all class activities, during P.E and hold my hands everyday in school. When I finished, I stared at him with a wide grin and goo-goo eyes waiting for a positive response.

The expression on his face wasn't what I expected, it was heart wrecking and made my grin falter. He looked at me like I was the nightmare he had at night and spat out the chocolate cookie he was eating. It projected right on my face.

Just like that, he stood up and ran away leaving me with a face decorated with disgusting chewed cookie chunks and his friends whom laughed and mocked me shouting,

"Skylar has a crush on Isaac!!!"

It was the most embarrassing moment of my childhood.

That day, I went home with my heart broken and a sad face. I told my mom what happened. She comforted me with a large bowl of ice cream and said I was too young to fall in love.

My second rejection happened when I was in sixth grade. I was in love for the second time with a boy next to my seat in class that always doodled in his notebook during class. I fell in love with him the moment we clashed into each other one bright sunny morning.

I was innocently walking to class carrying a pile of A4 plainsheets in my hands for my creative art project, my mind was drifted elsewhere and I didn't notice someone was coming my way until I bumped into him.

It was like in the movie, everything went into slow-motion. The pile of papers in my hands went flying in the sky and scattered like a confetti, I on the other hand went backward and was about to fall flat on my butts, my eyes caught a pretty boy with wide eyes and mouth. He caught my hand with superheroic reflexes and brought me back to my feet just before I landed. The flying papers in the sky added effect to the scene and I could have sworn I heard a romantic song played in the background. Or maybe it was just in my head.

When his ocean eyes met mind, rays of electricity flew through my nerves and straight to my heart. And I was wiped.

In summary, before the end of the week I couldn't get rid of the feeling in my heart until I had no choice but to tell him how I felt. He flat out rejected me.

And Again. I went home with a broken heart and sad face and told my mom everything. She comforted me with a large bucket of popcorn and we binge watched my all-time best movie. Before two weeks I was over him.

The third rejection happened not long after at the end of my sixth grade. It wasn't exactly me that got rejected, it was my mother.

We lived like any normal, happy and content family. Then out of blue, my dad packed his belongings and left us after telling my mom he couldn't pretend to love her anymore, all this time he was leaving with her because of me and he was fed up, he wanted to break out of the cage he was locked in his marriage with my mother and lived a free life.

After dad left, it was the difficult part of our life but we managed to overcome it by being there for each other.

During those years, I didn't get distracted by any handsome fella until the summer before I started highschool. My mom and I travelled to her hometown and there, I met another guy that took my vulnerable heart in a spot.

He was a cyclist and everyday, I got to see him cycling pass my grandma's house on his bicycle looking scrumptious in his sweaty tight short and shirt and desperately waited for the auspicious day I get to talk to him.

Lucky for me, my grandma's neighbor's daughter, Diana invited me to a beach party. She was two years older than me and was already in her second year of highschool that time. She was the only person I had closest to a friend.

Gladly, my mother allowed me to go with her. I was really happy I was attending a highschool kids party.

As we got to the beach, all the adrenaline rush of anticipation drained out of me when I saw the cluster of people there, it was like ant colonies were let loose. I felt like an ant with a faulty antenna in the middle of the crowd, lost and small.

Diana being the good friend she was, left me stranded on a bench after getting me a can of coke.

I fell into a great misery and was prone to becoming an awkward outsider when a deep voice spoke behind me.

"What is a beautiful lady like you doing here alone?"

I turned around and a granite exploded in my heart. I guessed I hit the jackpot because standing behind me was the delectable cyclist. I froze there with my mouth ajar. It took me a lot of effort to get myself in control.

"I was just staring at the scenery, it's fascinating." I managed to squeak out. My voice sounded like a squashed rat in the verge of dying.

He sat down next to me on the bench and offered me a drink. I declined politely. I didn't really know what exactly was in that drink. It was probably spiked.

"So you are not from here." He asked or more like stated.

"Yeah, just here for the summer with my mom." I responded and at the same time tried my best not to gawk at him.

I noticed his eyes were brown and his skin was a shade darker, his black silky hair fall on his forehead. When he smiled, one dimple appeared on his left cheek and he also had a gapteeth. In my mind I was already a goner and was deep into the sea of love.

We talked for a while until it neared midnight, I stood to leave. He even offered to help me find Diana when I told him I was going to search for her. As we walked, my mind went into a conflict, trying to choose between telling him how I felt or not.

At the end being as plain-spoken as I was, I told him. I wasn't that shocked when he turned me down, I expected that to happen, I had experienced it before and this was the third time.

I was only heartbroken.

Again, I went back home with a broken heart and was frustrated. I didn't tell my mom anything and went to the guest room where I stayed for the summer.

I cuddled in my blanket on the bed and wondered why I was this unfortunate. All the guys I had fell in love with never loved me back. Even my dad didn't love me, he rejected me and my mom.

I began to think something was wrong with me. Why wasn't I as lucky as many teenage girls? Many girls in my grade already had their first boyfriends, even my best friend Zoey had dated her own share of guys and I was there getting rejected by all the guys I confessed my feelings to. Maybe I haven't met the right person yet or maybe I was doing all this the wrong way.

That night, my mother came to my room, with no ice cream or pop corn to comfort me but with an unbelievable story that would probably ruined the rest of my life.

She told me about the curse running in our family since many centuries ago. Caused by one of my ancestors that fornicated with the husband of a witch who out of anger and Jealousy, cursed her entire female descendents to never get accepted by the person they loved and to never be bestowed with prosperity in their love lives.

The story sounded like a made up bullsh*t to me but as I started highschool, fell in love again and got rejected for the forth time. I didn't knew what to believe anymore; That I was unlucky in love or cursed by a grudge-holding witch.

What ever the actual truth was, I didn't know. All I knew was that my love life was a messed up rollercoaster. And I decided to steer clear of falling in love or crushing on any guy ever again.

Or maybe not?

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