He just started talking to me one day, out of nowhere. Even I never expected it to happen.

            He wasn’t exactly my friend, I knew him and he knew me, but we weren’t exactly close. Still, we started talking, about our friends, love, family, science, religion, even politics.

           Day by day, we started to get used to each other. We became the best of friends. I would ask him favors, he would easily comply, then, I tell him he’s the best (‘cause for me, he really was). We’d hang out almost every day and our friends were even starting to get suspicious, but we’d just shrug it all off tell them that we were just friends and they’d have to mind their own business.

            For me, he was amazing and I unconsciously started falling. I didn’t acknowledge the feelings at first; I thought it was just the effect of our friends endless teasing. But, as time went by, it started to feel more different. I would notice every little thing about him. The way he scratches the back of his neck whenever he’s embarrassed, that lone dimple at the right side of his face whenever he smirks, and the wrinkles he’d get when he smiles a little bit too much. They all looked normal at first, but one day, they just started to look a little bit breathtaking.  Of course, he remained oblivious and we just carried