So there I was, thinking Hanna and I were just friends—late-night chats, inside jokes, harmless flirting. She was stunning, confident, and had this way of making me melt without even trying. But did I notice? Nope. Classic me, completely oblivious.

Then, out of nowhere, mid-bite of ice cream, it hit me—“Oh crap, I’m in love with Hanna.” But by the time I finally caught on, she’d already found someone else. Yep, my timing couldn’t have been worse.