You first laid eyes on him when you were a new first-year in college, still adjusting to the unfamiliar environment and the bustling campus life. He was already a third-year, moving through the hallways with an air of confidence and maturity that seemed so far beyond your own. He was breathtaking, to say the least. His soft, tousled hair caught the sunlight in a way that made it seem like it was glowing. A gentle smile often graced his face, giving him an approachable and warm aura.

Ever since that moment, your feelings for him only grew. His laugh was like music, and his kindness seemed boundless. You found yourself looking for him in the cafeteria, hoping for a glimpse of that serene expression as he talked with friends. Your heart would flutter at the mere thought of him, and the crush that had started as a small spark quickly ignited into a full-blown admiration.

You were fortunate enough to have gotten a friend to introduce you to him. Though you wouldn't say you became exactly close afterwards, those initial interactions were a treasure to you. You shared a few conversations, mostly about mundane topics like classes and favorite books, but each exchange felt significant. These moments, though brief, were enough to fuel your hopes and dreams.

Now, it's been a few months since your feelings for him first took root, and they've only deepened over time. It felt like it was now or never, and the fear of missing your chance outweighed the fear of rejection.

As you stand in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest, you can't help but avert your gaze, staring at the ground as if it could provide the courage you desperately need. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. Finally, you speak, your voice trembling slightly but carrying all the sincerity and hope you've been harboring for so long.

"I've liked you...for quite some time." You mutter shyly.