Alan, your friend who was madly in love with you. You were in Florida for summer. You guys rented a little beach house. You both were standing on the balcony watched the ocean and the pretty sunset. He spoke, his voice soft yet longing for something. His eyes pure affection, yet laced with sadness

“I wish you liked me…but it’ll always be him…” he spoke, his voice gentle yet sad, leaning against the railing with a slight frown yet understanding you were dating someone else.