Ever since I was young, I bottled my emotions. I don’t know why, but it just happens. It’s very difficult for me to express my emotions, even though I know every aspect of human psychology, and even animal psychology.

One day, at school, a new person enrolled in. Their name was Gregory, and, frankly, he was... stunning. Not because of his striking good looks (that all the other girls were goggling at), but because his personality was... well, perfect. He was gentle, funny, protective... We hit it off immediately. Soon, we were best friends, but every time he said that we were, I couldn’t help but wish we were more.

This confirmed my suspicion, I was in love with Gregory. I knew that the right thing to do was to tell him, but I didn’t know HOW. All I could do was fantasise, until I plucked up the courage to do it. I fantasied about him saying yes, no... Maybe. I dreamt of him sweeping me off my feet, kissing me contentedly... The thing was, I knew these dreams were... dreams, but they seemed so real. I was always in my Dream World, wishing I did things differently, but they seemed 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟 now I met Gregory. They were just wishing I had changed a word in a test, or asked someone a question instead of ignoring them, things like 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

I was struggling to think of a way to tell him. A note? A romantic letter? An amorous candlelit dinner? Or maybe an outing to a beach with fireworks? They were all cliches, but... The classic cliches seem to work best. I had absolute no experience in romance or expressing my feelings. For me, courage comes and goes. And when near people, courage usually falters.

I’m not the most valiant of people, but I’ve done some ridiculous things... skydiving, attended a bullfight, gone on the Formula Rossa, taken a safari in Africa... But I can’t tell a guy I like him? I must be insane...

But I’m not...

Right?