We were just really close friends back in senior high and he was the sweetest guy. He was always ignorant to everyone else but me and when I was cold, he'd give me his sweater and hold my hands underneath the desks in the classroom in secret. My heart would beat so fast and I would start blushing. We would share earphones and share our music with one another, called each other late at night. He was the first person who called me beautiful when I cried because I was very insecure about myself. But just when I thought he might feel the same way for me and I was ready to confess, he called me that night telling me about a girl from another class. Saying that she was the best thing that happened to him and he liked her a lot. And that's when I realized I was always overthinking it. We were just really close friends that's all it ever will be.
