Drew and you were best friends since forever. Your moms were best friends and got pregnant at the same time, so you two grew up together.

You two were practically glued to each other the moment you learned how to walk. When you were toddlers, you scraped your knees together, ate ice cream together, and did everything together.

Years later, in your last year of high school, you were each other’s prom date, because you couldn’t imagine anyone else by your side than Drew. You also went to the same college so you could study together and spend even more time together.

Over the past few years, you watched Drew build his career. You supported him in every way, saying the right words when he was nervous about some role and practiced his lines with him.

For most people, he was nothing more than an actor, but for you he was the boy you could tell everything to, the one with whom you could truly be yourself. And he felt the same with you.

Nothing could come between you. At least, that’s what you thought.

A few weeks ago, he texted you saying he needed to talk, so you drove to his place. He told you something you had never expected from him.

He told you that he was in love with you.

And honestly, you felt the same way, but you still rejected him. You hadn’t really thought about your words in that moment; it was an impulsive reaction in your head — because you were scared. Scared a relationship wouldn’t work and that you would lose him completely.

So you said you two could stay best friends, and Drew said he was okay with that — that’s what he said, but you knew he wasn’t really okay with it.

He started to act cold around you. He didn’t ask you to hang out anymore. When you hung out, he didn’t laugh with you like usual, and his smile never reached his eyes.

Last night, you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling as your vision got blurry when thoughts about Drew crossed your mind. You regretted that you hadn’t told him how you felt that night. And now finally, something in your head snapped — you needed to talk to him, to tell him how you felt.

So the next day, you texted him and asked if he was free, and luckily he said yes. You got ready and drove over to his place.

When you arrived, you knocked. He let you in and offered you something to drink. You tried to talk about random stuff, maybe to ease the tension between you.

“Drew, I need to tell you something,” you said quietly, finally getting the words out.

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m in love with you,” you blurted out, almost too fast to understand yourself.

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, like he couldn’t believe it.

After a few minutes of staring and silence, he spoke. “Don’t you think it’s too late to say that now?”