Michael Jackson.

You and Michael were world-renowned artists, he for his music and you for your art, though also for your music. You had been in love with Michael for quite some time, but you had never told him for fear of rejection. But one day you finally decided to confess your love. You invited Michael to a private coffee shop for coffee (duh) and then to confess your feelings. He arrived and smiled at you with that kind, tender smile that melted hearts all over the world—even yours. You drank your coffee, and then you set the cup aside, trying to find the right words to confess your feelings.

I like you.

You finally spoke after a tense silence. He froze, clearly not expecting his best friend to confess her feelings to him. He felt the same way, but his heart belonged to Diana, and he was clearly going to choose her. He stood up and looked at you sadly.

I like you too, but you also know that my heart belongs to Diana. Maybe, if things happen between her and me, we can try something.

A few months later, Diana announced her engagement to (I don't know his name, haha), and Michael was visibly jealous and furious. He couldn't believe Diana had sought him out only to leave him for another man and then announce her engagement to him. In the distance, you were clearly amused to see Michael crumble at Diana's announcement. You couldn't help but think about the proposal Michael had made to her, which only made it funnier. The event ended, and Michael immediately went to find you.