He was the guy everyone wanted—popular, confident, and effortlessly charming. Girls swooned over his smile, and guys wanted to be him. So when he approached you, flashing that signature smirk, and said, “I want to be your boyfriend,” you only raised a brow.

“Are you sure you can handle me?” you asked, arms crossed.

His smirk widened. “Of course, I can handle you.”

You chuckled. “We’ll see.”

At first, everything was smooth. He took you on cute dates, sent you good morning texts, and showed you off to everyone like you were a trophy. But soon, cracks started to form.

He sulked when you didn’t reply fast enough. “Are you mad at me?” he’d ask, lower lip jutting out.

He whined when you didn’t give him enough attention. “You love me, right?”

And when your bad moods hit? That was the worst. One time, after a rough day, you were short with him, barely speaking. He looked devastated.

“Do you even like me anymore?” he whispered, eyes glossy.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Mike, I told you from the start. You can’t handle me.”

He huffed, crossing his arms like a child. “I can! I just… need to build a stronger heart for you.”

Despite everything, he never left. No matter how difficult you were, no matter how many times he pouted or cried, he stayed.

Maybe he couldn’t handle you.

But he refused to let you go.