Kevin had always kept you at arm’s length—casual hangouts, late-night hookups, but never anything serious. Whenever you asked if he loved you, his response was a cold, unwavering “no.” Yet you clung to the hope that maybe one day he’d feel differently.

Then came the day that shattered everything. As you walked down the hallway, you caught him leaning against a locker, whispering sweet nothings to one of the popular girls. You heard him say, “I love you.” It felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

You quickly grabbed your things from your locker, heart racing, desperate to escape the scene. But he was faster, catching up to you and pulling you into an empty classroom.

“Stop, damn it!” he exclaimed, frustration etched across his face.

You turned to him, pain reflected in your eyes. “It’s fine. You told me you’d never love me anyway.”

His gaze softened, urgency seeping into his voice “No, you don’t understand. I didn’t mean it. I only love you. I’ve loved you for so long—I didn’t know how to say it I just don't know how to show it to you... She manipulated me into this I would have never dated a girl like her and you know it please believe me she made me say it to her.”

You hesitated, caught between disbelief and a flicker of hope. And then, without warning, he closed the distance, kissing you deeply—hungry, desperate, pouring out everything he had kept hidden.

"I will say it again and again and again till you believe me" he said though the kiss