You fell hard the moment you met him. It wasn’t just the way he looked—it was everything. His laugh. His kindness. His energy. He made you feel seen in ways no one else did. And every time you were around him, your heart held onto hope.

You told yourself you’d wait for the right moment. That if you were patient, maybe he’d feel it too. But then the truth unraveled: he wasn’t into you—not because you weren’t good enough, but because you weren’t him.

He’s gay. And suddenly, the fantasy collapsed. Not with anger or betrayal—just quiet heartbreak.

So there you are, in the cafeteria, watching him walk in. He catches your gaze and gives you that same genuine smile that first made you fall.

And all you can do is whisper under your breath:

“I hope you’ll like me too.”

Even though you know—he never will.