Author's note: I'm not continuing this story.
Once, there was a guy who stayed in one end of a small district. On the other end, stayed a girl, two years younger than him. Despite the distance, they were best friends.
They met everyday, in the evening at 5, in the center of the district. They would sit on the same bench in a park, where they would talk about what happened, how their day went. They would sit there for 2 hours, talking, laughing and playing, sometimes ranting. After which they would hug and go home.
Of course, they each had their love lives. The girl had a boyfriend and they had been together for a year. The problem was, he was ignoring her. But every time she tried to let go, it was like he came back and made her fall in love with him all over again.
The guy did not have a girlfriend. But there was a girl in his class whom he had been in love with for almost three years. Unlike his best friend, his love life was just getting better.
Their lives were complicated, everyday. School, family, just everything. But they had each other. To rant to, to seek advice from, to seek help from. They loved each other. They cared for each other.
Their love for one another grew. Both of them felt it, but they denied it and just kept it within themselves. But they just loved each other and they knew it, no matter how hard they denied it.
Each time one of them talks about their beloved one, the best friend feels hurt inside. Just broken. Sooner they did not talk much about their loves anymore, but they just began to show their love for each other, but they still denied it. They actually knew how the other one felt.
Because both of them knew, that if they actually confessed, their friendship would be ruined.
