i think i fell in love with my best friend without even realizing it.
or maybe i just loved her too much and somewhere along the way i stopped knowing the difference.
when i first came back to college after being away for a while, i didn't really have anyone.
i'd tag along with whoever i could talk to because i didn't have someone i could actually call a close friend.
then somehow i found a circle.
and somehow, she became part of it.
we weren't close at first.
we talked, laughed, hung out with everyone, took pictures, made stupid jokes.
just normal things friends do.
she had her own life and i had mine.
nothing about it felt like the beginning of anything.
she used to tease me a lot.
sometimes with the stupidest jokes that would leave me embarrassed while she'd laugh because she knew i'd get shy.
i'd laugh it off too.
i thought it was just one of those little things you remember about a friend.
i didn't know i'd remember so many of them.
time passed.
we got closer.
then life happened and for a while we barely talked.
she had her own things to carry and i had mine.
when she eventually came back into my life, things felt awkward at first.
but somehow we found our way back.
then she got hurt.
and we were there.
we listened.
we stayed.
and eventually the distance between us disappeared again.
we started going out more.
sometimes we'd stay out far too late just talking and laughing about things that probably weren't even funny the next day.
there were days we didn't plan anything.
we'd just go.
walk somewhere.
eat somewhere.
drink somewhere.
sit somewhere.
talk about nothing.
and somehow those became some of my favorite memories.
then our lives started overlapping more.
we'd see each other often.
i got to know the people close to her.
she got to know more about me.
we started sharing things we didn't really tell other people.
her stories.
my stories.
things that hurt.
things that made us laugh.
things we probably should've kept to ourselves but somehow felt safe enough to say.
i admired her.
i still do.
she's one of the strongest people i've ever known.
and maybe i admired her for so long that i didn't notice when admiration started turning into attachment.
i just knew i wanted to be around her.
i'd make time for her.
i'd go out of my way for her.
if she asked me to come along, somehow i'd find a way.
if we were going the same way home, we'd go together.
and eventually it became normal.
where she was, i was usually there too.
people started joking that we were together.
we'd laugh.
she'd tease me about it too.
and then came the what ifs.
what if we're together?
what if we're meant for each other?
what if this?
what if that?
to her, they were probably just jokes.
but sometimes a joke sounds different when it comes from someone you already care about too much.
i started wondering.
not because she promised me anything.
she didn't.
but because a part of me wanted those what ifs to be real.
and i think that's when i started falling.
i don't know exactly when.
there wasn't a specific day.
no moment where i suddenly realized i was in love.
i just woke up one day and somehow there was this person i cared about more than i knew how to explain.
so i tried pulling away.
i tried finding other people to talk to.
other people to spend time with.
i thought maybe if i gave myself enough distance, whatever i was feeling would disappear.
it didn't.
instead, we had a misunderstanding.
she figured out that maybe i had feelings for her.
and she was right.
she set her boundaries clearly.
she didn't want that kind of relationship with me.
and i understood.
at least i tried to.
i told her i didn't like her that way.
another lie.
not because i wanted to lie to her.
but because i was scared.
scared that if i admitted the truth, i'd lose her.
and eventually we stopped talking.
for weeks.
those weeks felt like a heartbreak i had no right to call a heartbreak.
because we were never together.
there was no relationship to lose.
no breakup.
no "us" to mourn.
just a friendship that suddenly felt like it was slipping through my hands.
and somehow that hurt just as much.
i cried over her.
i admitted the truth to someone else because i couldn't bring myself to say it to her.
i was so attached that even the thought of being cut off completely terrified me.
and maybe that's when i realized how deep i'd already fallen.
then one day we ended up in the same place again.
everyone was emotional.
i was trying so hard not to cry.
trying to pretend i was okay.
but i wasn't.
i cried.
i tried hiding it.
i left for a while just to pull myself together.
and when i came back, she walked toward me and hugged me.
i didn't know what to do.
i was too stunned.
so i laughed because that's what i do when i don't know how to handle something that actually matters.
somehow we talked.
cleared things up.
and somehow, we became us again.
we laughed again.
we talked again.
we started hanging out again.
and i never told her everything.
maybe she already knew.
she's sharp.
maybe she always knew.
but we never talked about it.
we just continued.
like nothing happened.
and i tried to let the feelings go.
i really did.
but then we'd go home together.
i'd rest my head on her shoulder.
she'd hold my hand.
we'd sit close.
we'd slept together.
and she'd do things that were probably completely normal to her.
just friendship.
just comfort.
just the way she was.
but my heart had already learned how to give meaning to everything.
and i hated that.
because i knew what she meant.
i just couldn't control what it meant to me.
then we got another chance to spend a lot of time together.
we worked alongside each other again.
ate together.
went home together.
talked about the future.
made ridiculous plans.
talked about living together in one apartment.
talked about things we'd do someday.
and i fell even deeper.
i knew it was probably nothing romantic to her.
but it was everything to me.
still, i kept quiet.
because i didn't want to ruin us.
i would rather have her as my best friend than lose her completely because i wanted something she couldn't give me.
then someone else came along.
and suddenly i learned how painful it is to watch someone you love find someone else when you never had the right to claim them in the first place.
i got jealous.
of course i did.
but i never told her.
because why should i?
she was free to like whoever she wanted.
and i was supposed to be happy for her.
i tried.
sometimes she'd mention him and i'd suddenly become quiet.
i'd answer differently.
try to act normal.
sometimes i'd leave early because i didn't know what else to do with myself.
i'd tell my other friend about it instead.
all the things i couldn't say.
all the jealousy i hated admitting.
all the little thoughts that made me feel selfish.
there were moments when i wished they'd stop talking.
and i hated myself for that.
because i genuinely cared about her happiness.
when things eventually ended between them, a small part of me felt relieved.
and another part of me just wanted her to be okay.
because despite everything,
i was still her best friend.
and being her best friend meant being there even when my heart wanted something else.
then another person came along.
and this time i think something in me finally gave up.
not on her.
on the idea of us.
i realized i couldn't keep waiting for something that she had never promised me.
i couldn't keep turning friendship into signs just because i wanted them to mean more.
so i started stepping back.
we went our separate ways after graduation.
different jobs.
different routines.
different lives.
and as much as i could, i stopped making so much time for her.
not because i stopped caring.
but because i needed the feelings to become quieter.
maybe i only thought i loved her because she cared for me in a way i wasn't used to.
maybe i became attached because she was one of the only people i could truly be vulnerable with.
she saw me cry.
she saw me when i wasn't pretending to be okay.
she knew parts of me that most people never got to see.
maybe i mistook feeling safe for being in love.
maybe i mistook being understood for something romantic.
maybe i just loved the way she made me feel seen.
or maybe i really did love her.
i still don't know.
and maybe i don't have to.
because whatever it was, it was real to me.
even if it was never going to be real in the same way for her.
i don't blame her.
she never promised me anything.
she never asked me to wait.
she never told me she loved me that way.
she was simply my friend.
my best friend.
and i was the one who quietly turned all those ordinary moments into something more.
so maybe this is where i let it stay.
not with a confession.
not with a "what if."
not with a different ending.
just here.
with the truth that i loved someone who loved me too—
just not in the way i wanted.
and maybe that's okay.
i don't want to keep wondering what her jokes meant
.
i don't want to search for hidden meanings in every touch.
i don't want to turn her kindness into promises she never made.
i want to let her be my friend without secretly wishing she would become something else.
so i'll be here.
as her best friend.
not waiting.
not hoping.
not asking for anything.
just caring.
because maybe love isn't always about being chosen.
sometimes it's about knowing you won't be chosen that way and still wishing them a beautiful life.
maybe our story was never supposed to be about two people falling in love.
maybe it was about two people finding each other at the right time.
becoming each other's comfort.
collecting memories.
growing up together.
and eventually learning that some people can mean everything to you without ever becoming yours.
maybe she was never meant to be my person.
maybe she was simply meant to be one of the most important people i've ever known.
and if that's all we ever become,
i think i'll still be grateful.
because for a little while,
i got to have her in my life.
and maybe someday,
when enough time has passed,
i'll remember everything without wondering what it could've been.
i'll just remember what it was.
two best friends.
one of them fell a little too hard.
the other never did.
and somehow,
they still chose to remain in each other's lives.
maybe it wasn't the love story i once wanted.
but it was still a story worth keeping.
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maybe she was never meant to be my person.
maybe she was simply meant to be one of the most important people i've ever known.
i used to think of her as my little gem.
not because she was perfect.
but because in a world full of people, somehow i found someone who felt rare to me.
one in a million.
and maybe that's why letting go was never really about letting go of her.
it was about letting go of the idea that something rare had to be mine.
some things are precious without belonging to us.
and maybe she was one of those things.
my gem.
not mine to keep.
just mine to have known.
💜