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Two slow dancers (kaden + Albert)

It's been a few years now. It didn't feel right. Me and my best friend, Albert. We had, and still kind of have something no else has. Not romance per say, but more of on-off love. One day it's love, the next is brotherly love. This was something I never had with anyone else. But now that it's been a few years, it's starting to fade away. I don't want it to happen, but I guess life isn't fair to anyone. I want to stay strong for as long as we're alive. He's at my house right now as I say this. It was late, around 12:30 at night. He's still awake, I'm still awake. I can always attempt to get his attention. I'm scared about what he'll think, however. I'm not really good at starting conversation. He's downstairs watching something. Now's my chance. I left my room and went down the stairs to see him. The room smelled like a school gymnasium. Funny. "Hey Albert." I said to him. "Oh, hi Kaden." he said quietly. I sat down next to him. "So," I started. "I have something a little weird to ask you." I told him. "What happened to us?" I finally asked. "What do you mean?" he asked, sounding very confused.  "Like, how come we don't really talk to each other the same? And talk less too. What changed?" I realized after I said that how weird it sounded. But it felt reliving to finally ask. He looked focused for a few seconds then said: "You know, I'm not too sure. Maybe we're just getting older. Moving on in a sense. Though, I do miss what we had." he stated. "It'd be easier if we were young again." I joked. Of course by younger I mean like 3 years ago. "Heh, yeah." he agreed. "You know, maybe we should talk to each other more often." he suggested. "Yeah. We should." I agreed. In that moment, it felt like we were the only people left on the planet. It felt kinda awkward, but special. Sitting in a dark room, alone. We may never have what we used too, but we can always start over. For a long time, I always felt like the world was pulling me away from him. But it's starting to feel like it's pushing me towards him again. It's making me feel good. I'm actually happy. I'm glad it's not over. I'm glad he's still here. I'm glad he's happy. I'm glad I'm happy.