Bunny Boy
Newbie
In my college there was one girl who, according to me, absolutely couldn’t stand me.
Every time I spoke in class, she rolled her eyes
.
If I made a joke, she would whisper to her friends,
“Not funny.”
If I answered a question, she would look annoyed like I was trying too hard.
Naturally, I assumed she hated me.
So I ignored her completely.
No conversations.
No eye contact.
Nothing.
But something strange started happening.
One morning when I opened my notebook, a small folded paper slipped out.
Inside it said:
“Your presentation idea yesterday was actually good.”
No name.
No signature.
Just that sentence.
I looked around the classroom trying to guess who wrote it.
Everyone looked normal.
Even her.
The girl who supposedly hated me.
A few days later another note appeared.
“Stop doubting yourself. You’re better than you think.”
Weeks passed.
The notes continued.
Sometimes encouraging.
Sometimes teasing.
One of them even said:
“Your jokes are terrible… but somehow still funny.”
Slowly those small notes started changing my days.
Whenever I felt nervous or tired…
I would remember that someone believed in me.
Even if I didn’t know who it was.
Then one evening another note appeared.
This one said:
“Coffee shop outside campus. Tomorrow evening. Please come.”
I had a feeling I already knew who it was.
Still… I went.
The café was quiet.
Warm lights.
Soft music.
I waited near the window.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
“You actually came.”
I turned around.
And there she was.
The girl who had been acting like my enemy for months.
But this time she didn’t look sarcastic or confident.
She looked nervous.
She slowly sat down across from me.
I asked softly:
“So… you wrote the notes?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
“Why?” I asked.
She took a deep breath.
“Because I didn’t think you would ever notice me.”
I smiled a little.
“So instead you pretended to hate me?”
She laughed softly.
“It was easier.”
Then she looked at me and said something quietly.
“You know those times I rolled my eyes at you?”
“Yeah.”
“I was actually trying not to smile.”
We both laughed.
The conversation became easier after that.
For the first time she looked relaxed.
Happy even.
Then she said something that surprised me.
“You know… I started liking you a long time ago.”
I looked at her.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“You always worked hard. Even when people made fun of you.”
She looked down at her hands.
“And I admired that.”
For a moment neither of us spoke.
Then she stood up slowly.
“I should go,” she said.
“So soon?” I asked.
She smiled gently.
“Yes.”
Then she added something strange.
“I just wanted to tell you the truth once.”
Before leaving she placed something on the table.
One last folded note.
Then she walked away.
I opened it.
Inside it said:
“Thank you for making my last few months in college happy.”
I frowned slightly.
What did she mean by that?
The next day I came to class.
Her seat was empty.
And it stayed empty for the rest of the week.
Finally I asked one of her friends.
“Where is she?”
The friend looked confused.
“You didn’t know?”
“Know what?”
“She transferred to another city yesterday. Her family moved.”
Suddenly everything made sense.
The notes.
The coffee meeting.
The way she said goodbye.
She knew she was leaving.
And that was probably the only moment she had the courage to tell me how she felt.
Sometimes the people who care about us the most…
are the ones we almost never notice.
And sometimes the biggest regret in life…
is realizing someone loved you quietly…
just as they were about to disappear from your life.
So I’m curious…
Have you ever realized someone’s feelings only after it was too late?
Sometimes love isn’t about timing.
Sometimes it’s about noticing what was there all along.
Every time I spoke in class, she rolled her eyes
.
If I made a joke, she would whisper to her friends,
“Not funny.”
If I answered a question, she would look annoyed like I was trying too hard.
Naturally, I assumed she hated me.
So I ignored her completely.
No conversations.
No eye contact.
Nothing.
But something strange started happening.
One morning when I opened my notebook, a small folded paper slipped out.
Inside it said:
“Your presentation idea yesterday was actually good.”
No name.
No signature.
Just that sentence.
I looked around the classroom trying to guess who wrote it.
Everyone looked normal.
Even her.
The girl who supposedly hated me.
A few days later another note appeared.
“Stop doubting yourself. You’re better than you think.”
Weeks passed.
The notes continued.
Sometimes encouraging.
Sometimes teasing.
One of them even said:
“Your jokes are terrible… but somehow still funny.”
Slowly those small notes started changing my days.
Whenever I felt nervous or tired…
I would remember that someone believed in me.
Even if I didn’t know who it was.
Then one evening another note appeared.
This one said:
“Coffee shop outside campus. Tomorrow evening. Please come.”
I had a feeling I already knew who it was.
Still… I went.
The café was quiet.
Warm lights.
Soft music.
I waited near the window.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
“You actually came.”
I turned around.
And there she was.
The girl who had been acting like my enemy for months.
But this time she didn’t look sarcastic or confident.
She looked nervous.
She slowly sat down across from me.
I asked softly:
“So… you wrote the notes?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
“Why?” I asked.
She took a deep breath.
“Because I didn’t think you would ever notice me.”
I smiled a little.
“So instead you pretended to hate me?”
She laughed softly.
“It was easier.”
Then she looked at me and said something quietly.
“You know those times I rolled my eyes at you?”
“Yeah.”
“I was actually trying not to smile.”
We both laughed.
The conversation became easier after that.
For the first time she looked relaxed.
Happy even.
Then she said something that surprised me.
“You know… I started liking you a long time ago.”
I looked at her.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“You always worked hard. Even when people made fun of you.”
She looked down at her hands.
“And I admired that.”
For a moment neither of us spoke.
Then she stood up slowly.
“I should go,” she said.
“So soon?” I asked.
She smiled gently.
“Yes.”
Then she added something strange.
“I just wanted to tell you the truth once.”
Before leaving she placed something on the table.
One last folded note.
Then she walked away.
I opened it.
Inside it said:
“Thank you for making my last few months in college happy.”
I frowned slightly.
What did she mean by that?
The next day I came to class.
Her seat was empty.
And it stayed empty for the rest of the week.
Finally I asked one of her friends.
“Where is she?”
The friend looked confused.
“You didn’t know?”
“Know what?”
“She transferred to another city yesterday. Her family moved.”
Suddenly everything made sense.
The notes.
The coffee meeting.
The way she said goodbye.
She knew she was leaving.
And that was probably the only moment she had the courage to tell me how she felt.
Sometimes the people who care about us the most…
are the ones we almost never notice.
And sometimes the biggest regret in life…
is realizing someone loved you quietly…
just as they were about to disappear from your life.
So I’m curious…
Have you ever realized someone’s feelings only after it was too late?
Sometimes love isn’t about timing.
Sometimes it’s about noticing what was there all along.
