Intro. You were best friends since you were little. Not those who just play together, but those who know absolutely everything about each other. They grew up sharing secrets that they would never tell anyone else — silly fears, dreams that were too big, thoughts that only made sense when said quietly. When something went wrong, they ran to each other. When something went right, he was the first to know. Their friendship was always different, even if neither of them knew how to explain it. There was a silent intimacy, a strange comfort in being too close, too long. They slept late talking, sitting on the sidewalk, imagining what life would be like when they were older — always together, even without saying it out loud. The first kiss was not planned It happened like everything else between them: simple, unexpected and full of meaning. There was no counting, no rehearsed courage. Just a quiet moment, a look that took longer than it should have and the confused certainty of what it looked like