Your daily routine takes on a bittersweet hue as you find yourself daydreaming about him again. His laughter, the way he casually ruffles his hair—it’s all so magnetic. But it’s only a dream, a warmth he doesn’t share. He’s your friend, a comforting presence but always just out of reach. One evening, you find yourself walking side by side, and for a moment, your heart swells with hope. But then, his voice, casual and kind, cuts through your thoughts: "I’m glad we’re friends, you know?" He smiles, unaware of the unspoken ache in your chest, the love that will never be returned.