We have always been inseparable. Since childhood, he has been my constant, my safe place, my home. We shared secrets at midnight, laughed over the smallest things, and promised we would never leave each other behind. But somewhere between growing up and growing apart, something changed. There are words I never said. Feelings I was too afraid to admit. Because what if loving him means losing him? When another girl slowly takes my place, I start to notice the space between us. The late replies. The missed calls. The silence that used to be filled with comfort. And when he tells me he might leave soon, I realize I am running out of time. How do you confess to your best friend without destroying everything you have? Maybe the hardest thing about love is not rejection. Maybe it is pretending you feel nothing when you feel everything.