Best friends with each other, but always wished they were more.

The fire crackled as the group of friends sang, their voices weaving together in the cool night air, surrounding the bonfire they had built with laughter and carefree chatter. The flames flickered and danced, casting warm, golden light on their faces, but it was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the shadows and the beat of my heart in sync with the fire.

And in that moment, everything else seemed to blur into the background, swallowed by the darkness of the night, as I locked eyes with him across the flickering light.

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My best friend. The boy who has been with me through every high and low, through every unspoken moment, every silent laugh, every tear, and every smile. He’s the one who knows me better than anyone else, the one who can read my thoughts before they even leave my mouth.

He’s my other half—the one who fills the spaces in my soul that I didn’t even know were empty. And yet, despite all of that, despite the closeness, there’s always been this unspoken ache between us, a wish that it could be something more, that somehow, we could cross the boundary from best friends to something deeper, something more meaningful.

And still, he’s the one who holds my heart in his hands, without even knowing the full weight of it.

‘My only love.’

I couldn’t help but feel the awkwardness take over as I waved my hand at him, my smile faltering just a little. The heat on my face spread like wildfire, and I could feel it burning beneath my skin, the weight of what I had just thought hanging in the air like an unspoken confession.

He didn’t know. He couldn’t know. Not yet.

He was still lost in the idea of us as nothing more than best friends, wrapped up in the comfort of what we had. He wasn’t ready to see me as more than that, and I knew it.

But maybe, just maybe, one day he would. Maybe one day, the pieces would fall into place, and he would see me the way I saw him. Until then, all I could do was wait.