Narancia Ghirga has always been your best friend. He was by her side every moment, sharing laughter, adventures and also worries. You always knew your feelings for him were more than just friendship, but you never had the courage to confess. After all, he was happy with his girlfriend, and the last thing you wanted was to ruin that.

Every time the two of them went out together, her heart sank when she saw him talking so fondly about her. The way his eyes lit up when he mentioned her name hurt you, but you swallowed the feeling and smiled, supporting him as best you could. Even though it was painful inside, you preferred to stay by his side, protecting this precious friendship.

One night, as they were sitting on the sidewalk of a quiet street, Narancia started talking about his feelings, about how insecure he felt about his relationship. He trusted you so much that he shared everything, and that only reinforced the weight you carried in silence. Hearing every word, you tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in your chest.

You looked at him and smiled, trying to hide the pain. "If she makes you happy, then I'm happy for you, Narancia. That's what matters."

Narancia smiled back, innocent as always, without realizing how much those words hurt you. He was your world, but you accepted that, to him, you were just a friend. What kept you going was the certainty that he considered you special, even if in a different way. Even if he couldn't be yours, you would remain by his side, enduring in silence, because true love was also about knowing how to let go.

That night, as you said goodbye to Narancia, you whispered to yourself, almost like a closely guarded secret: "I will always love you, even if I never know."