So I met a guy, and to keep his identity secret, I'll call him by the name of 47.
So I met 47 in the end freshmen year in a play. We had been...acquainted, to overstate it, but we met again in junior year, where we both had a class together. In this class, there was also someone I became friends with, and we'll call him Mark 1. (he'll be important later on in the story) Now, eventually, I had grown an attraction for Mark 1, but he turned me down. Luckily though, we remained great friends, and we've grown past that incident. After that though, I was kind of heartbroken, and lonely. Then, one day, we were doing a theatre warm up, and I managed to make everyone laugh incredibly hard. A couple days later, as I was heading to my class, 47 approached me, and said "dude, [that thing] was hilarious, like I think about it EVERY day." He then kept on walking, like he hadn't just given me the best compliment I'd ever received. It was almost immediately at that moment that I realized I really really liked him.
Later, I had a creative writing project, that involved writing a letter to someone. Most people just chose to write to companies because they wanted free stuff, but I chose to write to 47, which would involve asking for his address. So the next day, I asked him for it, he gave it, I explained what it was for, and he said all shy "Oh, why'd you choose me?" (Like, full on "🥺👉👈") and I said "Well I guess you'll have to find out when the mail comes."
When he finally got it, he came to me and said that that was the nicest thing he'd ever gotten, and had put it on his corkboard. (which is ironically the same thing I do whenever someone writes me a compliment)
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