So… Did I Lowkey Friendzone My Soulmate at 12 (and Still Think About Him 11 Years Later)?
Okay, wait. Let me explain. There was this boy — we’ll call him Lettuce. Yes. Lettuce. 🥬 Don’t judge me — my friends and I had code names for our crushes in primary school and honestly? It slapped. Lettuce was mysterious, leafy, layered. It worked. We’d known each other since creche — OG friendship status unlocked. We were close, always in each other’s orbit. I thought we were besties. Plot twist: the feelings snuck up on me… after I ruined everything. 😩 One day, at the age of 12, Lettuce goes, “ What do you see me as?” And what did I say?? "A… friend." A FRIEND. I panicked. I emotionally flatlined. I gave friendzone energy like it was my job. And then, like clockwork, boom. Feelings. Butterflies. Chaos. Because apparently my heart runs on bad timing and delayed realisations. By 13, in Grade 7, we were full-on notebook-passing, love-note-writing children. I’m talking: "Do you like me? Yes or no? And do you only see me as a friend?" Folded notes....