A sunny day was raining in our building while the teacher was talking and classmates were bickering, whispering, and writing, and all I could do was stare at my classmate's face, wondering if I had a chance if I confessed my feelings to her.
Please refer to my class as Sofia. Sofia is a lovely girl with many friends; she is smart, self-assured, talkative, kind, and all the other characteristics that you could list as reasons why I like her. When I talked to her, I couldn't get the feeling that I wanted to be friends with her because, to be honest, I was head over heels in love with her. I couldn't go a day without writing a poem about her or drawing her face on any piece of paper.
My friends and I went to a basketball court one day to play. We played truth or dare after the game, and all my secrets about liking her flew out of my mouth. When they asked why I like Sofia, all I could say was, "Falling in love with someone doesn't require a reason." A few weeks have passed since that day, and one afternoon when we were filling out our attendance forms, our teacher asked who our crush was. When I couldn't hide my feelings any longer and my friends were dropping hints about who they liked, the big reveal occurred.
I told the class who she was and why I admired her. Of course, this event precipitated negative outcomes, which made me extremely next part of this sad.
