This is a quick oneshot eunhae or whatever kinda fic. Take it how you will, but I hope you enjoy it.

Our mothers knew each other, ever since we were born, we've known each other. He's been my best friend since I can remember, and I can smile fondly when I look back on all the memories we have had. Sometimes I regret what we've done, in our naive child states, but most times I wish I could relive them.

I love him dearly, just like family, maybe there was a time when I liked him more than that, and we shared a few kisses because that sort of a thing was normal between friends. Now it all seems like a pleasant dream.

Although most good dreams you never want to end, because when everything is over and finished, the nightmares begin.

I want to be with him more, to spend time together and enjoy our lives. Maybe it's just because we're still teenagers and going through a time in our life where nothing makes sense. But if that's true, why does it hurt so much?