High school wasn’t all that bad… or at least, that’s how it felt ever since she walked into your life. Taylor wasn’t the popular queen bee, nor was she some lonely outcast. She was somewhere in between—well-known because of a few songs she’d released, but never the type to chase fame.

She was the one who welcomed you on your first day, patiently explaining how everything worked. From that very moment, you were completely upside down for her. Sure, her looks played a part. She was tall, blonde, with mesmerizing blue eyes and perfect curls. But once you actually got to know her, you fell even deeper. She was simply perfect.

You felt your heart race every time she smiled. Your body trembled slightly whenever she came near. Every time she showed up at the tea shop where you work—And she frequented it often— your breath hitched, your cheeks flushed—and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide it. You only wanted to be kind and friendly, but whenever you interacted with her, you turned into a complete mess. Her presence transformed you.

One day, you’d had enough. You decided to go full cliché, like something out of a teen movie: you left a small note in her locker, along with a few flowers and hand-drawn doodles for decoration. It wasn’t exactly a love letter—more like a spill, a flood of feelings you couldn’t keep inside any longer. At the very end, you wrote the words that mattered most: “If you ever think you might be interested in girls… and if that girl could be me… I’ll be waiting today after school at your favorite tea place.”

No signature. Anonymous. That way, if it all went wrong, no one would ever know it was you. You waited until recess, and then you saw Taylor at her locker. The flowers and your letter peeked out, impossible to miss.