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PROLOGUE

Andrea Smith, the quiet and unnoticed girl in the bustling university, had a secret that filled her days with a blend of anxiety and excitement. For over three years, she had harbored an intense crush on Ryan Johnson, the university's golden boy. Ryan was everything she admired—handsome, athletic, and charismatic. His mere presence set her heart racing, and she would often catch herself daydreaming about him during her classes.

Her introverted nature made it nearly impossible for her to approach him directly. Instead, she observed from a distance, memorizing his routines and finding joy in his moments of happiness, no matter how small. Andrea had an impeccable talent for drawing, yet she would often skip her drawing classes just to watch Ryan practice for his athletic championships. Seeing him in his element, drenched in sweat, every muscle defined, made her heartbeat almost unbearably fast.

Her attempts to interact with him were always thwarted by the swarm of friends and admirers constantly surrounding him. It seemed that Ryan was never alone, always encircled by those vying for his attention. But Andrea was undeterred. Her love found a different, more secretive outlet. She began writing heartfelt letters and sending him small, thoughtful gifts anonymously. She'd leave these tokens where she knew he'd find them—his locker, his gym bag, or sometimes even tucked into his textbooks.

The letters were her way of connecting with him, pouring out all the feelings she couldn't voice. Each one detailed her admiration for him, encouraging him in his endeavors, and sharing pieces of her soul she wished he could see. She'd often stay up late into the night, crafting the perfect message, making sure every word conveyed her sincerity.

Gifting him snacks was another way she expressed her care. She knew his favorite treats, having observed him often enough to learn his preferences. She'd carefully package these snacks, attaching little notes that hinted at her presence but never revealed her identity. It was a dangerous game, as the fear of being discovered and bullied loomed over her constantly. Yet, the thrill of imagining his smile when he found her gifts kept her going.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Andrea's secret admiration never wavered. She marked the passage of time meticulously—two years, three months, and twelve days of being his invisible supporter, his silent cheerleader. Each day she wished for the courage to step out of the shadows, to make him see her for who she truly was.

Her friends, few but loyal, knew about her feelings. They encouraged her to take a step forward, to at least try to talk to him. But the fear of rejection and the comfort of her secret adoration kept her rooted in place. For now, it was enough to love him from afar, to find joy in the little things she could do for him without ever expecting anything in return.

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