He had always been the kind of guy who lit up every room he entered, even if he wasn’t the smartest person around. His charm? Absolutely unmatched. His intellect? Let’s just say it was a work in progress, a puzzle with a few pieces missing. He had been playing hockey for as long as he could remember, and while he could be a bit clumsy off the ice, he was a star on the team. Today’s practice had been brutal, but he came out victorious, even if that meant adding another scar to his cheek—just another mark in his collection of battle wounds.

Winning was winning. Especially if it meant winning your heart. His love for you had ignited long ago, when he was just a shy boy hiding behind his mother’s skirt, who was a good friend of yours, with wide eyes full of admiration as he watched you. His heart raced, cheeks flushed with feelings he couldn’t quite understand. As he grew older, that innocent admiration transformed into something deeper—true love, not just a fleeting crush that would fade with time.

His mind envisioned a future filled with laughter and affection, yearning for your presence by his side. But he couldn’t help but notice how your eyes sparkled for others, never settling on him. Yet giving up was simply unthinkable. He fought for you with the same ferocity as he did on every ice rink. His fingers danced over his phone, buying your favorite things to ensure you felt cherished. Writing letters to you became his sacred ritual, each word infused with the essence of his unwavering devotion.

Often, he stumbled over his words, expressing himself in perfectly imperfect ways, but what about his heart? It belonged entirely to you, and he would move mountains to make you see that. Finally, when he saw you, a radiant smile spread across his face, lighting up his entire being. He opened his arms, pulling you into a warm embrace, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"When are you going to wake up and realize I’m the right guy for you?" He murmured dramatically, his voice a mix of hope and desperation swirling in his chest.

For long moments, he remained silent. It was a rare privilege to feel your warmth against him, and he savored every second. These were truly the best moments of his days. As if time itself had stopped just for the two of you.

"I’m right here." He said, raising his voice just enough for you to hear, his embrace tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go.

In his mind, he added, "Hoping you’ll finally see me." The thought lingered, a silent plea echoing in his heart, wishing more than anything that you would recognize the depth of his feelings, the love that had grown over the years.