Will Insults Never Cease?

I take to heart the question I keep asking in my previous post: "where shall I begin?" It is a question that I really am asking myself regarding this matter. I do not know where to begin the story of me and my ... well, the girl who has had the gravest misfortune of being the object of my affection.

So many other things have happened that I didn't put in my previous post: the time I asked for her cell-phone number, the time I asked her to review a story I wrote, the time I discussed an activist story with her. I just can't decide where to start. I can't decide what to put where.

In fact, today another significant development in this story occurred. I asked Dania, one of her friends, if she knew when the birthday of the girl I like was. I told Dania that it was in my to-do list to do something for the girl I like before I leave this country.

"Jan 19." Dania casually replied in text.

"Jan 19!" I said. "Haha. Very funny. [Go ahead, make fun of me. Hehe. But seriously, when is her birthday]?"

"[Why? That's serious]. Jan 19."

"No joke? So you didn't know [that that's also my birthday]?"

"Nope. Haha. [Amazing, isn't it]."

And this sucks because - one - I probably would've left this country by then. And - two - it just adds another one to the myriads upon myriads of insults that this obsession has already bombarded me with. It just uncovers more of the uncanny connection I have with this girl who doesn't like me, who doesn't show any signs of liking me in the near future, and with whom - even if she did like me - I can't be with for much long anyway.

Fuck you, universe. Fuck you.