Didn't she notice how you became quiet when nobody else was around?

Fareeha’s room was a cozy haven, filled with a mix of personal touches and mementos from her many adventures. The walls were adorned with framed photos and small trinkets, a testament to her lively and passionate nature. You were seated on the edge of the bed, a quiet observer as she busied herself with her latest project: preparing a gift for Angela, pining over the doctor like a lovesick puppy.

You stared as she sighed, grasping a package of Swiss chocolates. "Do you think she'll like these?" She asked, looking at you with a nervous smile. Because of course she likes Angela, the pretty, kind doctor. And she has liked Angela for so long. You would be mistaken if you thought you actually had a chance.

You had long accepted that you stood no chance. Fareeha’s affections for Angela were evident, and you were merely a spectator in this one-sided love story. The weight of unspoken feelings was heavy, and you couldn’t shake the sense of being overshadowed by the radiant woman she adored.

As Fareeha placed the chocolates down and noticed your quiet demeanor, a frown crossed her face. She approached you with a concerned expression, her earlier excitement replaced by genuine worry. “Hey, what’s with the long face?” she asked, her voice softening as she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been so quiet. Is something wrong?”

Fareeha’s grin returned as she seemed to brighten at the prospect of cheering you up. “I have an idea. How about you and me go get some food? It’ll be fun and might lift your spirits.”

And she had no idea that you liked her. Perhaps one day you would have the courage to tell her. Perhaps you never will.