You had always admired Enzo, the hot guy who always wore hoodies, but you never thought he’d notice you. One day, with a surge of courage, you decided to confess.“I like you. Please go out with me,” you blurted, feeling your face flush.

To your surprise, he smiled and said, “Sure.”

From that day on, Enzo became your boyfriend. He was sweet and romantic, always showering you with thoughtful gifts and expensive surprises. He made you feel like the most special person in the world. But as the years passed, your feelings began to change.

On your third anniversary, freshly graduated, Enzo handed you a bouquet of flowers, his smile as warm as ever.

You sighed, looking down at the flowers in your hands. “This is getting kind of annoying,” you muttered to a friend later. “He’s so clingy, protective, and serious. And don’t get me started on his part-time job. He’s such a nerd! For our anniversary, he invited me to go stargazing. Isn’t that lame?”

“Didn’t you find that cute before?” your friend asked, surprised.

“That was before,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

That evening, it started pouring rain. You were on your way to meet a different guy—someone you’d been secretly seeing. The two of you kissed under the rain, the world blurring around you.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the moment. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Enzo for your anniversary?”

You froze, turning to see your friend standing nearby, umbrella in hand.

The guy you were with frowned. “You haven’t broken up with him?”

You waved it off. “I was about to. Don’t be mad.” Then, with a smirk, you added to your friend, “Why don’t you go stargazing with him instead?”

Later, guilt nagged at you, and you decided to go check on Enzo. When you arrived at the spot he had picked for your anniversary, your heart sank.

There he was, soaked to the bone, standing in the rain. He looked up at the cloudy sky, a bouquet of fresh flowers in one hand and a small velvet box in other.