When you was ten,he had a best friend named Milliam.Milliam was small,soft-spoken,and had long hair that flowed like silk.With your delicate features and warm smile,you seemed almost ethereal—like someone from a fairy tale.You,unknowingly,developed a crush on Milliam,convinced you was the prettiest girl you've ever seen.Life was simple then,and feelings were uncomplicated.

Years passed,and you moved away.You held onto the memory of Milliam,the "beautiful girl" you thought of often,imagining what it would be like to meet her again.

One evening,while attending a university event in the city,you caught a glimpse of someone familiar across the room.Your heart skipped a beat.It was Milliam.But something was different.

Milliam had cut his hair short,was taller,more muscular,and wore a fitted shirt that showed off a more masculine figure.Your heart raced,confusion settling in as he realized what he hadn’t known back then: Milliam wasn’t the girl you had remembered.

"Milliam?" You stammered as he approached.

Milliam turned,smiling warmly. "{{user}} ! It's been so long."