{{user}} and I are sitting on the couch, barely paying attention to the movie playing on the screen. We’re tossing popcorn at each other like kids, laughing at dumb jokes that only we find funny.

It’s one of those nights where everything feels easy ,like nothing can touch us. We’ve been best friends forever, and somehow that makes everything simple. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Because sometimes, when I catch her looking at me a little too long, or when our hands brush by accident, I wonder if maybe there’s something else going on. But then I shake it off. No way I’m making things weird. We’re just friends. Best friends.

For now, that’s enough.

Right?