confession (a whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine)
this is a sequel to my other imagine, ‘unrequited’ which you can read here.
He used to be a confident guy.
The funny one, the loud one, the life of the party with a permanent smile on his face who was always guaranteed to produce a laugh, an assured smile and a witty comment.
(I mean, just ask any of his club’s supporters or watch one of the many ‘top 10 funny moments’ compilations he had featured in, scattered around Youtube with thousands of views and hundreds more comments.)
Not recently, though.
Recently, smiling had become somewhat of a chore.