I started liking you when I didn’t want to, when I wanted to find someone new. I just moved on from my previous crush and then there you were. At first, I thought you were just a rebound, an infatuation. I thought all I was feeling was limerence. As time passed, I started feeling nervous because I realized that what I was feeling for you was genuine. It still is genuine. We’re still young, but I know a few things about love—I don’t know a few things actually but what I do know is that I would gladly be inconvenienced by you. I’d wait until you’d go home before I go home. I’d wait for you to pass by in front of my classroom before entering it. You never asked me to but I would gladly do it for you. At first, I wanted to confess. I wanted to say “I like you”, I was so prepared to hear the words out of your mouth, “I don’t feel the same way”—until I realized, I wasn’t prepared at all, I don’t want you to reject me but I also don’t want to keep on feeling romantic feelings for you. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to hurt myself. My intentions are clear, I want to be yours and I want you to be mine— but I know that will never happen. If I were to pick between me always being there for you in the sidelines, cheering you on, always being there but never like that and me being there for you like that but then us not meeting again, i’d pick the latter; in my most selfish desires, I want you. It’s a crime, i’m sure of it. I’d rather support you and have you thinking of me than me being there for you all your life but still, you look for others. For once, I want to be the one found, I want my feelings to be reciprocated too, and to say that I never hoped that you liked me back would be a lie. As an ending for this confession, I would like to confess. You were just supposed to be a friend, until you weren’t. I don’t want you just as a friend, I want you more than that—I’m pretty sure a lot of people want you more than just a friend. If I were given a chance to be yours, I’d gladly take it in a heartbeat but yet again, I’d also take the opportunity of forgetting you even existed, because I’d rather cheer for you because people cheer for you than cheer for you because you are the best celebrity in my eyes. I will always like you. I will always be your fan, and you will always be my universe. I hope one day you’ll find someone that’s worthy of you—and deep down, my most selfish wish—i hope that someone is me.