#whenlovehitstoolate

[aloneinthedarkpath]

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.

Now I’m stuck replaying moments, wondering, “Was that smile always for me?” But it’s too late. Lesson learned: next time, don’t wait. Speak up before you’re left holding a plate of cold regret.