Now I'm 25y, it's too late...!;

I used to think she was just being nice.

We sat next to each other in class for months. She’d laugh at my dumb jokes, steal my pen, lean a little too close when looking at my notes. Once, she even said, “You’d make a great boyfriend someday.” I smiled like an idiot and said, “Yeah, for someone lucky.”

She rolled her eyes. I didn’t get it.

Life moved on. Different colleges, different cities. We stopped talking. Every now and then she’d pop up on my feed, looking happy, living her life. I never thought much about it.

Until last night.

I found an old chat while cleaning up my phone. It was full of her hints—late night texts, random “I miss talking to you,” the time she asked if I believed in “right person, wrong timing.”

And suddenly… it hit me.

She wasn’t just being nice.

She was trying.

And I just… didn’t see it.

Now it’s 2 AM, and I’m lying here staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment like a slow, painful movie.

Funny how clarity shows up years late… when it can’t change a damn thing.