I mean… our moms have been friends forever, so Bryan and I have basically known each other for as long as I can remember. We grew up around each other, and somewhere along the way he stopped being just “that boy my mom’s friend has” and started being… him. Bryan. And now it feels like every time he’s around, something in my chest just flips upside down.
He makes me feel things I honestly thought were dead inside me. Like the kind of feelings you hear about in songs but never think will actually happen to you. He’s so funny, and yeah, he can be kinda stupid sometimes—but in the cutest way possible. The kind where you roll your eyes but you’re smiling so hard you can’t even pretend you’re annoyed. And when he laughs? I swear it’s the best sound in the world.
The worst part is when we’re not together. When he leaves, everything just feels… quieter. I catch myself wishing I could hear his voice again, even if he’s just saying something dumb or making some random joke. I hate how much I crave being around him, like my brain just automatically looks for him even when he’s not there.