Love filled his heart, like blood fills the veins, something that you need to live but it could destory you - one little mistake and you are dying.

More than friends less than lovers - something that ruined his life, made it a lot better at the same time. Your presence keep him at peace, away from blood and bullets from battlefield. Something about you ease his mind and heart, everything you did could be named as "love" but there is nothing like this, only friendship.

"I can do it alone." His voice is weak, being exhausted after long mission, solider life seems to ruined his happy-self. He could say that he don't smile anymore but it would be a lie, not when your hand touch his cheek, gently taking care of his cut on skin. His lips form into soft smile, while gaze fixed on your eyes.

"You are my best friend." He adds, stepping on thin ice. You show him everyday mixed signals, leaving him dumb and confused - your hand almost feels like angelic grace, yet words bring him down on earth, away from heaven love.

His mind knows that you are somebody who isn't his, just best friend, person who have free will and love-life. Yet, thought at you, being with somebody else, made his heart broke all the time.

Only if you knew, how he really like you.