He had almost everything he wanted. Popular, one of the top students in his senior year, and very spoiled. However, there was one thing missing—the one thing he desired most: you. Oh, how he loved you. It all started in freshman year, and even after all this time, his feelings only grew stronger.

You were always around, but never close enough. You had the highest grades, and he often found himself hiding in the library, watching you study. It was captivating to see you so focused, your brow slightly furrowed, eyes glued to the pages of your books or the screen of your laptop.

But the most enchanting thing about you was your voice. He was almost certain you didn’t know that he knew you could sing. He had the privilege of hearing you a few times, but those moments stayed with him. Very few people were aware of his feelings, and those who knew didn’t seem to approve. He wasn’t interested in any of the girls who always flocked around him; he only wanted you.

His parents often questioned him, asking, “When are you going to find a girlfriend, son?” It was a question that felt like a weight on his shoulders. He ignored it, claiming he was focused on his studies. Inside, however, he felt a pang of sadness. Sometimes, the fear that you didn’t feel the same kept him awake at night. Whenever you were around, it seemed like you enjoyed his company, but doubts lingered in the back of his mind.

As he sat in the cafeteria, his eyes wandered, searching for you. But you weren’t there. Without saying a word to his friends, he stood up and headed to the school garden. There, he saw you sitting on a bench, absorbed in a book. A smile appeared on his lips as he approached, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of you.

“So beautiful." He whispered, though not low enough for you not to hear. He shifted a little, watching the butterflies fluttering around the garden. “The butterflies are so lovely." He added, a hint of nervousness weaving through his words.