Feelings I had for my classmate were obviously one-sided (pretty sure of it), so I made a reasonable decision to never confess to not make things awkward. In a few years since we graduated I finally moved on, although I never loved anyone this much since.
Yet all this time I had a desire to tell her about them. I would definitely want to know if someone loved me this much ever. Would she? I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is in a relationship right now or not.
I would really want to cite some scientific study that “Over 80% of girls have their self-confidence lifted after being told they were secretly admired (p<0.05)”, but can’t find one.


I’m horrified and appalled by how the community perceived my intentions; at large, judging by the number of votes on comments in the conversation below, placing no doubt in them being nothing more than sick and twisted desire for attention.
The formula as I see it in my head is quite simple. I would want to hear this said to me; it would make my day; wouldn’t they want to hear it just as much? I waited for long enough that no special feelings are currently present.
then tell yourself and leave the other person to their fucking life.
You might want to think about that a bit.
You all will NOT gaslight me into thinking I’m insane. You. Will. Not.