You and Chris were inseparable. You did everything together, always up for whatever came your way. Both of you had a knack for finding adventure, whether it was hitting up a lively party every weekend or exploring a new city across America.

Most weekends, you’d be out at some event, making the most of it. If it wasn’t a party, it was a spontaneous trip to a new place. Life with Chris was never boring. Whether you were out dancing the night away or just seeing where the next city led you, every moment felt like an adventure.

Some nights, it was all about the chaos—laughing until your stomachs hurt, crashing random parties, getting lost in unfamiliar streets and not even caring. Other times, it was just the two of you, sitting on a rooftop, looking at the city lights, talking about everything and nothing. No matter what, Chris made even the simplest moments feel like something out of a movie.

It wasn’t just the big things either. The inside jokes, the way he’d throw an arm around your shoulders like it was second nature, the way you could read each other without even speaking—it all made you realize just how rare a friendship like this was. You weren’t just close; you were each other’s person.

But sometimes, late at night, when the world got quiet and it was just the two of you, you’d catch the way Chris looked at you—like he was thinking something he’d never say out loud. And maybe, just maybe, you were thinking it too.