She was a coworker who suddenly appeared at a time when I was coming to an end of a year long phase of working tirelessly to obtain everything that I had missed out on growing up. I was burned out, without anymore motivation. I kept on working on my relationship with God, all I had left. I just didn't care about myself anymore, because no matter what kind of obstacle I hurdled, there wasn't a reward substantial enough to make me feel proud. I worked at a restaurant at the time and I was on break, and I had heard of a new girl a few days before. Somehow, I was anxious to meet her. And there she was, I knew I had to talk to her so I ended my break 10 minutes earlier. She glowed with prospect, God was nudging me, I thought, and she was the sweetest thing. We began a little friendship and working in a highly stressful and over stimulating environment became something I looked forward to each shift. The 3 months we were friends were the best months of last year. I was so happy that somebody understood and that I could rust them, despite being so disorganized myself.
I visited her when she was closing on one of my days off to ask her out. By this time, I had taken things slow, prayed about the relationship, and checked myself a hundred times. I had never had a real relationship before, because I take them so seriously and I had gone about pursuing the wrong kinds of girls before. I could see the relationship lasting and being as passionate as I dreamed of. I was so confident, more than I had ever been before. We had a quick flirt and I told her I wanted us to start hanging out. She told me she felt the same way, but was to nervous to ask me. She asked when and where. I didn't know what to do because I was shocked that she didn't reject me, so I just told her I would call her and tell her, and that was the night. I left so happy. After years of sadness and confusion, social failure, and fighting to stay ahead, maybe I could love someone and care for them in a way that no one else ever did. I called her a few days later, inviting her to a festival, but she was upset over something in her personal life. I listened, and offered support, but she needed space. She promised to call me when she was okay, and I promised to be there for her. I was happy she trusted me enough to open up, so I went about the week and gave her space.
Then I told her I liked her and I still wanted to hang out. She told me I shouldn't, and the relationship began to decline. Maybe I didn't give enough space, but my socially ret*d self tried to mend it. I called her again a week later and asked if I could take her on a daytrip to get her away from whatever it was that was dragging her down, as I knew she was going to be off from both of her jobs that time. She told me she didn't know me and thought I would assault her, then hung up. After apologizing, she blocked me from everything, and after a month of silence and not seeing her at work, she returned only to give me silence when I opened the door for her, and she even flirted with someone right in front of me, at the same table I was sitting at. She constantly glanced at me as she did it, and I just sat there in disbelief. She eavesdropped on a conversation with another friend at work, and then alternated from treating me like I didn't exist to being unusually bubbly until my shift was over, when she positioned herself next to the door as I prepared to go to my truck to speed off from all of it. I told her that at some point, she would have to tell me why she was so mad at me, and all I heard was it was just her personality and I needed to deal with it, to which I replied, I still liked her, and left. That's the last time we worked together. She came in and said hello back to me when she was off one day, and I think I recently spotted her at my church, but that's all.
It's been 6 months. I left the job soon after and work somewhere better. I'm going into firefighting and I'm working on volunteering with my county department. I was in the middle of a weight loss journey when I met her and I've built allot of strength since. I may attend, ironically, the same school as her soon. I haven't visited my old workplace, despite my old friends there wanting me to stop by, nor have I asked about her. But, I've planned on stopping by to catch up with everyone, and try to reach out to her again. I'm far more grown now, and I really want closure. Though, today, an old friend told me out of nowhere that she started seeing a guy that started there shortly after I left. I'm still very hurt over what happened, and I wish I had the ability to reverse all of this. I wish it never happened, because I wanted her to know everything and I wanted to give her all of it. I worked hard not to mess it up, because we all know, Aspergers can be a curse in these situations. It was all a game that she played in the end, at least my and my counselor's conclusion was. But it wasn't one to begin with. I don't know why I miss her.