I imagined this scene so many times, crushes always bring imaginary happiness. This is happening to me, and it feels like déjà vu, as if it has happened before. After a while, I said, "Move, you bloody shark!"

She smirked and smiled, removing my towel, saying, "How should a shark behave? I should be more violent, right?"

"You're a terrible person. I'm shy, and you keep teasing me about my body. I hate my body," I cried, and I cry easily. She felt bad and wiped my tears.

"You have a beautiful body; you're chubby and cute. You couldn't be more adorable. If you were a cake, I could eat you," she said to make me feel better. I felt nervous; it seemed like she thought I looked like a cake that she could eat.

I pushed away to move from there, grabbed a blanket, and went back to the bathroom. After closing the shower & door, I found it strange. Even though I was wearing clothes, it felt like I was wearing nothing. The saddest part was I didn't know why her eyes hurt me so much; her glare made me nervous. My romantic, imaginary thoughts could become real but only temporarily, and I felt like a butterfly controlling its flight around flowers. She is my flower, a beautiful and rich badass woman. Having a crush is curse.

We were sitting at the dining table, enjoying our food while watching reels on Instagram. After we finished eating, I washed the dishes while she took a shower. For the first time, she didn't forget her towel, and we sat down on the bed. I felt super awkward, and she wasn't talking to me either.

She opened her sketchbook and started drawing. She has a hobby of drawing flowers, but this time, I noticed she was sketching a human figure. I felt sleepy and eventually dozed off.

I woke up at 4 o'clock to get some water, and I saw that she has a pencil in hand. I took the pencil and looked at the sketch—it was something like me. My nude body. Damn, I flashed with embarrassment. I wanted to die. She remembered every inch of my body; her sketch was so good. For the first time, I admired my body. How It could be beautiful? She didn't forget to add the beauty mark on my right thigh. My broken body suddenly felt light, filled with her art, and I felt like I would cry. Happiness welled up in my tears as she woke up.

Looking at the sketch, she said, "I'm so sorry! I hurt you again. I didn't mean to..."

"You did so great! How can you make things look so easily? I love it. I love my body," I replied. She smiled with her eyes and said, "Take it and keep it with you."

"Thank you!" I hugged her tightly. I didn't know why, but unconsciously, I kissed her neck, saying thank you again. After a second, I realized what I'd done. Her facial muscles twitched, and then she asked, "You kissed me?"