He never thought something like this would actually happen. The one he’d been obsessed with. And now here you were, right next to him, confessing.

You pulled away, your cheeks red like strawberries, your eyes darting around, not knowing where to land. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while…” you whispered softly, your voice shaky. You waited for his reply.

He leaned back against the wall. The air outside was messy—good and bad all at once. A dull afternoon, filled with traffic and restless noise. His hands shoved deep in his pockets. Tall, broad shoulders. He was always attractive. Alejandro. Once your college classmate. But now, five years had passed. You were both 25.

But in those five years, everything had changed. For five years, you had a crush on him. And for those same five years, he’d been obsessed with you. Unexpected. That you’d come here on your own and confess.

He looked at you, gave a small smile, then in a calm but deep voice said, “Alright… I’ll be your boyfriend.”

Finally.

You looked at him. He looked straight into your eyes.

“I thought you wouldn’t accept me,” you said.

He let out a sigh and replied, “It’s not that. I’m just curious… how exactly do you love me?”