Dear Diary,
It finally happened.
Klyde and I were walking home after another study session when he stopped suddenly. "Elle, I need to say something," he began, his voice steady but nervous. I could tell something was different. My heart was pounding.
He looked at me, really looked at me, and said, "I wasn't joking the other day. I like you, Elle. I've liked you for a while now, but I didn't know how to say it. I didn't want to mess things up between us, but I can't keep pretending like I don't feel this way."
I stood there, speechless. For so long, I had been imagining this moment, but now that it was real, I didn't know what to do.
And then, without thinking, I said, "I like you too."
He smiled, that same soft smile that I've come to love, and pulled me into a hug. It felt surreal, but also, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Nagmamahal,
Elle
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Short StoryWe follow the life of Elle, an ordinary, nerdy girl with a long-time crush on Klyde Villareal-the school's most famous, wealthy, and charming guy. From their days as high school students to navigating the complexities of college life, Elle watches f...
