She always watched him from afar and wondered why she hadn't noticed him before. He had always been there, in the background, helping, caring. But now that she had become more aware of his presence, she couldn't help but think about his numerous good qualities. First of all, he was incredibly nice. Not even just nice, but genuinely kind, never missing a chance to ask what he could do to help or express concern for others. He was quiet, too, but since he was quietly good looking, he was also mysterious. And once he got to know you, which you want, very, very much, he was also very funny. She thought about how she couldn't help but grin widely every time he pulled a funny face on her or made a snarky remark to her under his breath so that nobody else could hear but her. He was also talented and smart, ranking higher than her on both the SAT and in GPA, and having been her teacher in several instruments as she had been starting out on them. She wondered why she hadn't before been aware of how her heart reacted to a simple smile on his face directed at her, or how she hadn't noticed his soothing voice or calming presence. He was like an older brother to her, and before, she hadn't known that that was her type, or at least that he made that her type.
She remembered the sinking feeling in her chest when someone had once mentioned that he had several attractive female childhood friends, and the smile she had to fake when they also mentioned an older friend of hers that she felt was like a sister to her, and how that friend had a crush on him for a while now.
She sat in an oversized sweater and running shorts, legs pulled up to her chest, on a chair in front of the desk in her room. She had been reading shoujo manga for three hours, reading through countless happy endings despite seemingly hopeless situations, and her heart had been questioning itself. She knew that her unrequited love was hopeless. He was obviously too good for her. But she found some strange solace in a small thought: at least I can like him.
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