Noah

He’s been in my life for what feels like forever—my boy best friend. The one who’s been there through every high and every low, who’s seen me at my absolute best and my absolute worst, and still never left. People look at us and swear up and down we’re dating, and honestly? I can’t even blame them. We do everything couples do. We match without even trying, we share food like it’s nothing, I wear his hoodies more than he does, and he knows me better than anyone else ever could. We argue like an old married couple, we make up just as fast, and somehow, we always find our way back to each other no matter how messy life gets. And maybe that’s the thing—I tell everyone, “no, we’re just friends,” but sometimes when he looks at me a certain way, or laughs at one of my dumb jokes like it’s the funniest thing in the world, or casually throws his arm around me like it’s the most natural thing—there’s this little voice in my head that won’t shut up. This tiny thought I try to push away but can’t: what if this isn’t just friendship? What if all these years of being so close, of acting like we’re already halfway to something more, isn’t an accident? What if we’re both just too scared to admit that we’ve been standing on that thin line between best friends and something deeper all along? Because as much as I love being his best friend… sometimes I can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, we were always meant to be something more. ---------------------------------- Noah- A- 22 H- 6'5 G- Male ------------------------------------ You- Anything<33 (age 19-22) (shorter than noah)