Imagine:
You're young. You're in a long, painful, seemingly one-sided love with someone who barely knows you exist. Everyday, your heart only goes ratatata for one person who is none the wiser. Every smile thrown your way is extra radiant, every passing joke is the funniest you've ever heard. Every tiny interaction rewinds and replays like a VHS tape in your head. Unwritten letters that will never get sent. Through the chill spring, the hot summer and the changing fall, you suffer like this as a bitter winter approaches. Oh, how much easier it would be if they'd just confess first.
One day you gather the courage. You're going to admit your feelings first, consequences be darned. Spend weeks mentally organizing and scripting your feelings until it's perfect enough to have Shakespeare weeping.
You pour your feelings out and wait anxiously as time stops and their reply, the make or break moment, is anticipated. You, a humble mortal before a god with a meager offering
Their response
"Ditto"
/jk
