According to ancient Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and two heads. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

Well, after you found Paul, you knew you could stop searching. He’s your other half. He’s been your other half since you two met in middle school.

You’re his other half, he knows that, but he just doesn’t quite know how to voice it.

It’s almost comedic, how you’re such close friends with each other, best friends. You’re amazing with words and he’s not, you’re mature and he’s still a little childish.

Squahamish is a small town, so there’s not very much to do, but you hang out with him all the time. You’re hanging out with him now, sitting at the diner across from each other, gazing at the menus even though you both already know what you’re going to order.

You’re going to order nothing, he’s going to order fries and a milkshake. He always gets the same thing every time you guys come here. He thinks dipping fries in a milkshake is the best combination in the entire world.

“I love fries.” He tells you, smiling, to which you nod your head in acknowledgment. You know this. You’ve known this forever.

You feel like lately, you’ve been growing apart and separating a little, ever since he’s started to crush on Aster Flores and claim he’s “in love” with her.

Love. You almost shake your head at the thought.

The waitress then comes over to take your orders, taking your menus once you’re done, and there’s a brief silence. It’s awkward, almost.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” He asks.