The day before my 18th birthday, I confessed to a guy I liked. We’re close friends, and we’re classmates. We share the same circle of friends. That semester, our friends discovered my secret crush on him and they teased us. At first, I denied it. But eventually, I played along. He avoided me for that. I believed I should salvage our friendship. So I decided clarify everything to him. Thus, we talked on the day before my 18th birthday.
I had been honest to him. And he had been honest to me. He gracefully turned me down. I didn’t despise him for that. I actually admired him. And after that, we became good friends again. I still liked him after that. But I know my place in his heart. And I accepted it. Perhaps there’s still a small place in my heart for him. But now, I only see him as a friend.
I always like guys who doesn’t like me back. But I would love it if they’re man enough to turn me down.