Mike. The name suited him but he doesn't use that, he uses another cute name instead. But I don't mind. I never did and never will. I look at him every single day in school. Once in a while, we would have an eye contact. And with just that, my heart skipped a beat. His smile was as radiant the sun. His eyes hold me imprisoned. He was my other half, or so I thought.
I already know that he knows I like him but recently, I just found out that he dislikes me. It shattered my heart. He never looked at me with admiration. He likes...my friend. And every time, my friend would tell me about him.
I liked him first and she knew that but she still let herself like him. But it wasn't her fault, he was never mine anyway. He thinks I'm annoying, but I'm not sure because he never told anyone about it. Every time he laughs with her, I just stand there and watch them. It was very painful.