In Every Goodbye, It's Still You

There was this girl-Amara. My best friend for at least five years. The one who truly knew me, who understood me in ways no one else ever could.

Whenever I felt like my world was falling apart, I always ran to her. Just like now.

She held me close, her arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace. "Don't worry, it's alright. Everyone goes through that. I'm here for you," she said, her voice soft, reassuring. She thought I was crying over my last relationship, that I was heartbroken over another failed love.

But she was wrong.

It wasn't them I was crying about. It never was.

Because the person I love is her.

I wanted to tell her-desperately. I wanted to look into her eyes and say that she was the reason I could never love anyone else, that no matter how hard I tried, my heart would always find its way back to her.

But I couldn't.

Because losing her would destroy me.

So instead, I stayed in her arms, letting myself have this moment, even if it was all I could ever have. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, feeling the warmth of her embrace. This-this-was all I wanted.

I looked up at her, wondering... would she ever see me the way I see her?

Or was I destined to love her in silence forever?