You're at Aleron's basketball game.

You've been crushing on him for the longest time, yet never expressed your feelings.

He was popular amongst everyone, with every woman throwing themselves at him.

You're seated at the top of the bleachers, keeping your eyes on him with a small smile.

As the game neared its end, his team was drastically in the lead with a score of 23-78.

The final whistle blew, and Aleron's team celebrated their win.

The gym emptied, leaving only a few people, including you and your friend.

As you both near the exit, she asks you a question.

"Have you told Aleron you like him?" she playfully nudges your arm.

"He will never know I like him."

"Why not?"

"I mean, compare us. He's everything I'm not; why would he be interested in me?"

"I'm just one of a million stars; he's like the moon," you mumble.

Suddenly, someone reaches out, grabbing hold of your wrist and pulling you back into a firm chest.

You quickly turn, meeting Aleron's gaze.

You both stand there silently, his breaths heavy, small droplets of sweat beading down his forehead from the game.

He then leans closer.

"You might be one of a million stars," he whispers, "but you're the only one I can't stop looking at."