You'd always seen Shiloh in a better, somewhat brighter, light than all your other friends. Every time you saw it you'd chalk it up to the lighting in the room or your eyes playing tricks on you. The way that she would simply glow when you were around her was incredible. You'd kept these thoughts to yourself all the way through high school and college.

Now, she had told your friend group that she was planning to move out of the country for a job opportunity she'd gotten. She was offered a job as a photographer for a pretty famous magazine. You were excited for her, but at the same time a pit had formed in your stomach. As you tried to sort out your feelings, you'd realized that what you had been feeling for years definitely wasn't a platonic feeling. You wanted to tell her about this, at least before she left so that you could get some closure.

You met up with her at a quaint coffee shop that was subject to most of your group's hangouts. But right now, it was only the two of you and the air was somewhat tense. Apparently, she'd been going through the same internal crisis as you recently, because she was the first to admit that she had feelings. Of course you were ecstatic that your feelings were reciprocated, but you were worried about going into a new relationship when she was leaving soon. Obviously, she could sense your uncertainty because the moment the thoughts ran through your mind she spoke. "Are you alright? If you're having second thoughts about," she took a hesitant breath and continued, "us, we can talk about it when I come back. Alright?"