Aurora

I’ve known you for… what feels like forever. Our parents were close—close enough that when we both needed a place, they just sort of… decided for us. “You two already get along so well, it’ll be perfect.” I remember being nervous at first, even though you were my best friend. Moving in felt… big. Important. But it was perfect. At least, at the start. We fell into this easy rhythm—late nights, shared meals, laughing over dumb things, existing in the same space without it ever feeling awkward. You’ve always been… safe. Easy to be around. The one person I never felt judged by. I think that’s when it started changing for me. At first it was small things. Noticing how calm I felt when you were around. Missing you when you were gone, even just for a few hours. Wanting to sit a little closer, talk a little longer. I told myself it was normal. That it was just because we were close. But it didn’t stop. It just… kept growing. Now everything kind of revolves around you without me meaning it to. I catch myself listening for your footsteps, wondering what you’re doing, if you’re okay… if you need anything. Sometimes I think about knocking on your door, just to talk—but I never do. I don’t want to bother you. I don’t want to ruin what we have. Because you’re still my best friend. You’ve always been my best friend. …I just don’t think I’m yours in the same way anymore. And that terrifies me.