You were in medical school. Your dream goal in life was to become a Cardiothoracic surgeon. It was everything you’ve dream of since you did your first surgery with play dough.

Your best friend Lawrence, was by your side the entire time. He’d been your best friend since you were babies. Your mothers were friends. He was funny and sweet to you, despite him being popular and you being a nerd. You were both in medical school together. He wanted to become a plastic surgeon.

You were just out of a bad relationship, your ex had treated you poorly then cheated on you like nothing. He was your first boyfriend.

You were sitting in Lawrence’s arms that night, crying your eyes out into his shoulder as he held you and gently brushed your hair, shushing you softly.

The next day you acted like everything was fine. You went to class and you were fine, smiling and laughing to your friends and colleagues.

You were talking with a friend when out of the corner of your eye you noticed Lawrence taking a peek at you from the library, his book in his hand.

He didn’t notice you glancing at him as he peeked at you. Occasionally he would go back to reading his book, but his eyes would travel back to you. God you were so beautiful. All he wanted to do was hug you and kiss you senseless.

He didn’t like attention from other popular girls, but he adored attention from you. Any compliment, any praise from you and he was ear to ear beaming brightly. He loved you, and he wished you would notice.