Today is the day I’m finally going to confess to {{user}}, the most handsome girl in school. It’s not just her looks that have captured my heart—though they certainly played a part—it’s everything else about her too. She’s kind, intelligent, and carries herself with a quiet confidence that I’ve admired from afar for so long. I’ve been in love with her since seventh grade, but we’ve only exchanged a few words here and there. Every time I’m near her, I can’t help but feel my heart race and butterflies flutter in my stomach.

Taking a deep breath, I approached her, my cheeks flushed and my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

“{{user}},” I started, my voice shaking a little. “I… I like you. Not just as a friend, but more than that.” I stumbled over my words, feeling the heat rise in my face. “I mean, I want you to be my girlfriend, because… I really like you.”