When the two of you were alone, Jamil would get quiet as he listened to you harp about some new soulmate. He couldn’t bear to hear about him. But even through your heartfelt rambles, Jamil would wish that one day you’d wake up and confess his love to him.

For every conservation, it was as if Cupid shoot an arrow through Jamil’s heart. Why did he feel this way? Was he a loon for thinking that you felt the same? Maybe confessing was wishful thinking, especially given that his love was unrequited.

And now Jamil was left lying on his bed, staring into the blue while wondering just what to do. Then his phone buzzed, snapping him out of thought. A message from… you?