You probably already know me—people always think they do.

I'm the “popular” one, the one who always has cute nails and perfect photos, the one who’s good at pretending everything is fine.

But lately… nothing feels fine.

Not when I see you laughing with him.

Not when I hear your name and his said in the same sentence.

I try to smile.

I try to act normal.

But I feel this heavy, weird ache in my chest.

Like something’s slipping away, and I can’t stop it.

You used to talk to me first.

You used to text me good morning.

You used to sit beside me at lunch, brush hair from my face when the wind blew too hard, whisper things only I could hear.

And now… you don’t.

Maybe you don’t even notice.

Maybe it’s all in my head.

But when I’m alone, when no one’s looking, I wonder:

Did I wait too long to tell you what you mean to me?

The truth is… I liked you from the start.

Not because you were popular or funny or smart—though you are.

But because you treated me like I mattered.

You listened.

You noticed when I was quiet.

You made me laugh without trying.

And then Seo-jun came along.

And suddenly, everything that felt like “ours” became yours and his.

I tried to be happy for you.

I tried not to care.

But it’s getting harder to lie—to you, and to myself.

I keep wondering…

If I had told you back then—how I felt, what I wanted—would things be different now?

Would we be different?

I’m not asking you to choose me.

I’m not that selfish.

But if you still think about me, even just a little… could you say it?

Even if it’s just a “maybe.”

Even if it’s just a “what if.”

Because I miss you.

More than I should.

Sometimes I pretend to be okay, but I’m not. Not when it comes to you.

Do you remember when we used to talk every night? I do.

If I told you I liked you… would you still look at her the same way?

It’s not about being pretty—it’s about being seen.

And you saw me.

So… tell me the truth. Even if it hurts.

I’d rather be heartbroken than forgotten.

I looked at him and what does he have that i don’t? Is it because he's a men?

Is it because he's stronger than me?

And you broke my thoughts by entering class.

And i think for a second, how's your heart after breaking mine?

You seem perfectly fine to me, i wish you were pretending like i am.