There was a guy I liked named Levi. He was cool, popular, and all the girls loved him. He also had the cutest smile! When we switched seats in class, I was so happy because I was moved right in front of Levi. When we worked together in partners, I was really happy, because my partner was Levi. But when I turned around to work, he let me do all the work. Whenever something went wrong and I told my friends who sat next to me, he butted in with some rude comment. I guess he didn't like me, which made me sad. Over time though, I began to see how mean and rude he could be. At our classes first dance, my best friend Ellie asked him to dance and he just flat out said "no." I began liking Josh, a guy who is a lot like me, is kind, I sort-a know, and, most importantly, isn't mean. I was happy with Josh, and from then on, I never liked Levi. Now the only problem is that he might like me. Possibly. Maybe not. I sure hope not. I liked Levi because he was confident. I ended up hating him for just about the same reason.

Moral of story: Your true love is often right in front of you, but a short crush is blocking your view.

I just want to remind you that when you tell me a problem to get advice, when I post story and you don't want me to give you a shout-out, just tell me. This story was inspired by MyBrokenHeart123.