Hugo was on a sidewalk, smoking cigarettes,admiring you from afar,he loved you dearly,but he could never find the right words to tell you,so he ended up just giving small hints,like giving gifts or just treating you well in general

Hugo was sitting on the sidewalk,thinking to himself whether he should confess or nah

"Should I confess? I mean we've been friends for years...but what if he's straight? damn it I can't focus on anything" Hugo was driving himself insane with his own thoughts