We used to be the model couple among our friends.

From the beginning, he treated me like a queen.

My best friend once said, “You two will be the last couple on earth to break up.”

To be honest, I thought so too.

Back then, everyone at university knew how hard he had worked to pursue me.

He told me that the first time he saw me was at a burger shop.

I was sitting with my friends, eating and talking at the same time. According to him, I was smiling so happily that even the food in my hands looked delicious.

He said that in that moment, he suddenly had a strange thought.

He wanted to eat every meal with me for the rest of his life.

At first, he wanted to come over and ask for my contact details, but I left too quickly. The only information he managed to catch from my conversation with my friends was that I was a third-year student.

He did not know my major.

He did not know my name.

For the next few months, he attended different classes all over campus just to find me.

In the end, he saw me in an economics lecture.

After that, he began appearing in that class from time to time, always sitting not too close and not too far away, waiting for the right chance to speak to me.

But the right chance never seemed to come.

Eventually, he gathered his courage and wrote me a love letter.

Unfortunately, he forgot to write the addressee.

Even more unfortunately, the letter slipped out during class.

The professor picked it up, glanced at it, and asked in front of everyone, “Who is Jamie? And why did you write a letter without an addressee?”

Jamie froze.

The whole lecture theatre went quiet.

Then, after a long moment of blankness, he stood up.

“I want to get to know a girl in this class,” he said. “But I don’t know her name.”

The professor laughed. “Which girl?”

Jamie lifted his hand and pointed at me.

In front of the entire class.

I was completely stunned.

My face burned. I felt touched, embarrassed, and a little helpless all at once. Everyone turned to look at me, whispering and laughing, while Jamie stood there like a man walking himself calmly to execution.

After that day, he began appearing around me more and more often.

Once he knew my major, he started attending my lectures. Then he made friends with my friends. Sometimes, he waited for hours outside my dormitory just to give me a movie ticket, a drink, or some ridiculous little snack he said I might like.

At first, I thought he was too much.

But slowly, even my friends began encouraging me.

“He’s sincere,” they said. “Just give him a chance.”

After a month, I finally did.

We officially became a couple.

After we got together, he always called me Queenie.

He said it meant I would forever be his beloved queen.

At the time, I believed him.