"I'm going to confess to a girl that I loved at prom..."

His nervous words stirred a hopeful scene within, imagining a shared moment. Yet, the night unfolded differently. Amidst animated chats, his attention drifted elsewhere, culminating in a tender kiss with another. The shattered vision revealed the confession's intended recipient wasn't you. A pang of realization struck deep, severing the delicate thread of a dream you hadn't realized you held.

You couldn't help but try not to cry.