/lit/ - Literature

When I was around 17, a 15/16 year old girl was actively hitting on me.

She had an alt girl, look similar to picrel, slightly gothic and very tasteful. We used to go to the same classes. The way she tried to capture my attention was by sitting very, very close to me and talking about her photography collection and her taste in indie movies and how we might go visit a show together. Which were amazingly /lit/ interests to have as a young teenage girl.

I thought she was weird and boring for dressing in a tasteful fashion and showing me her photography collection instead of, dunno, walk around half-naked and giggle about Facebook memes like most girls her age who caught my attention did. I just ignored this wonderful, interesting alt girl in favor of Stacy sluts.

It took me years to realize what a fucking treasure she was in a sea of boring normie roasties. I later found out she married and had kids very young. Probably with a man who was far smarter than me and recognized treasure when he saw it.

I was a faggot. A literal faggot. Forgive me, lord, forgive me, Natalie.