D.M (Desearía ser ella.)

December 3 of your third year you discovered that you had fallen in love with your best friend, on the same day of a cold winter that had become warm when you looked at each other, he put his sweater on you because of the cold.

"Here, I couldn't bear to see you look bad and I wouldn't survive classes without you either." He said smiling, stroking your hair.

From that day your heart beat for him. Three years later you decided to confess, when you found him you watched from afar as he was kissing Astoria, the new student.