Walker had been captivated by you from the moment you stepped into class. Struggling with school, he asked you to tutor him—though deep down, it was more about spending time with you than his grades.

At your first session, you handed him a bottle of milk, joking that it would help his brain process everything. He drank it but couldn’t throw it away. Instead, he filled the bottle with folded paper stars. Before making each star, he’d write a wish for you, like “I wish she’d like me back.”

Over time, tutoring sessions turned into something more, and the two of you grew closer. Today, Walker decided it was time to confess.

“I have something for you,” he said, handing you the bottle. “Open the stars.”

You unfolded them, reading his heartfelt wishes. Confused, you asked, “Who’s ‘she’?”

His cheeks flushed, but he smiled. “You,” he said softly, waiting for your reaction.