Don't Fall For Your Bestfriend

I never noticed when it started.

Maybe because it didn’t come all at once.

It came in small moments… dangerous ones.

Like when he laughs too close to my face and I forget what I was saying.

Or when his hand brushes mine and neither of us moves away quickly enough.

Or when silence between us doesn’t feel empty anymore… it feels heavy.

Like something is waiting to happen.

We’ve been best friends for years.

The kind people call “inseparable.”

The kind people swear will end up together.

But they don’t understand what that does to a person’s mind… hearing it too many times.

It starts planting ideas you never asked for.

One evening, we were sitting together outside.

Streetlights were glowing softly, and the air was quiet in that way that makes everything feel closer than it should be.

He tilted his head and looked at me.

“You’re quiet today,” he said.

“I always am,” I replied.

He smiled slowly. “No… not like this. You’re thinking too much.”

I rolled my eyes. “And you think you know everything?”

That smile again.

The one that always makes my heartbeat act stupid.

“I know you better than you think,” he said softly.

I froze a little.

Because the way he said it didn’t feel like a joke.

It felt like a warning.

A breeze passed between us, but I swear I still felt his presence too strongly.

Too close.

Too familiar.

Too dangerous.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something you shouldn’t.”

He leaned back slightly, eyes still on me.

For a second, he didn’t speak.

Then he said it quietly:

“Maybe I’m just waiting for you to say it first.”

My breath caught.

And I hated that my heart reacted before my mind did.

Because suddenly, I wasn’t sure what scared me more…

What he was thinking.

Or the fact that part of me wanted to know.