It was raining lightly as you sat on your porch with your guy best friend Issac

You've known each other since high school, always close-but never more than that.

Until lately.

The way he looked at you started to feel different. The way his fingers brushed yours, lingering. The way his smile softened just for you.

You hugged your knees, heart racing, and asked quietly, "Do you ever wonder if we're meant to be more?"

He turned to you, eyes searching your face like he was memorizing every part of it. "All the time," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He reached over, brushing a raindrop off your cheek. "I just didn't want to ruin what we have."

You looked down, unsure, afraid to hope-but he tilted your chin up with gentle fingers and said, "But I'd rather risk everything than go one more day not calling you mine."

He pulled you close, arms wrapping around you like home. "I don't want to just be your best friend anymore." "I want to be the one who holds your hand through everything."

"I'll show you what it's like to be loved without fear, without doubt. Every day, every second."

You smiled, a tear slipping down your cheek. And he kissed it away, whispering, "Let me love you the way you deserve."