He and I are best friends, but we treat each other like boyfriend and girlfriend. We called each other "love" or "baby," took care of one another, and shared everything with plenty of affection and laughter. It was our little game: acting like a couple, while telling everyone we were just friends.
When he went out with other girls, I’d get jealous and go quiet, and he’d notice immediately. He’d laugh and tell me he knew I was annoyed because I’d start typing differently—more formally and without the usual endearments. I’d deny everything and say nothing was wrong, even though deep down it hurt a little. He would comfort me with tenderness, telling me I was the most important person to him, and in the end, we’d always end up laughing again.
Neither of us dared to confess what we truly felt, but between the jokes and the affection, we both knew there was something more. We liked each other, we got jealous, and we cared for one another deeply—living it all amidst laughter and that beautiful bond that only we shared 💙
