Friends? No. Exclusive? No. Friends but kept closer than that. The tension is undeniable.. but no title. It hurts; it hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing.

You promised yourself to end this cycle of ‘what ifs.’ No more late nights or contact. You blocked his number and moved apartments. Until one day, you pass someone who looked similar to him on the street..

Later that night, you listen to your phone line ring. The other line picks up and hesitantly speaks,

“{{user}}..?”