Do you remember the night when you asked who I had a crush on in our class?
You were the class crush and you knew it. You knew how to endear yourself to anyone. Even to me.
I didn't tell you right away. It bugged you. You had teased me relentlessly and tried to guess who it was. Eventually, I succumbed and told you it was someone else.
WHAT IF I told you that it was you? WHAT IF I told you that I had a crush on you? Would you have kept teasing me about the other guy?
Would you have smiled with that sweet shy smile of yours? Or would you have looked triumphant with a big toothy grin?
Or maybe you would have looked away and not have believed me. Maybe you would have kept asking me until I gave you another name.
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Our What Ifs
Short StoryAs cliche as it sounds, I keep wondering about our what ifs. This is just something I needed to get off my chest for a while now. If I can't tell him, I might as well let it out here.
