Lately, things with Max have felt different. We've been best friends for years, and living together has always been easy—until recently. He's been quieter, catching my gaze a little longer than usual, his smile softer when he thinks I'm not paying attention. I can feel the shift between us, subtle but undeniable, like he's holding something back. And every time we're alone, the air feels charged, heavy with things left unsaid. I can't shake the feeling that Max is starting to look at me in a way he never has before, and I don't know what to do about it.
I'm not sure how I should feel but I can't help but feel like we belong together, I catch myself staring at him without even realising. I don't want to ruin our friendship, especially after everything that's been going on in the last year and a half but I can't help but feel like we should be more. I'm I starting to like him?
I never saw it coming, falling for my best friend. Max and I have been close for years, ever since that awkward day in high school when we were paired together for a group project. We've shared everything—jokes, secrets, even this house. Moving in together felt like the next step in our friendship, nothing more.
But somewhere along the way, something shifted. I started noticing the little things about him: the way his laugh filled the room, how his eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved, the way he'd lean against the kitchen counter in the morning, sleepy but always ready to make me coffee. It wasn't sudden—it was a slow, quiet realization, like I'd been looking at him through a different lens all this time.
I tried to brush it off, convinced it was just a phase, but the feelings wouldn't go away. Every time we'd sit together, watching some random movie or talking late into the night, I'd catch myself wanting to reach out, to close the distance between us. But I stayed silent, terrified of ruining what we had. After all, Max was my best friend—how could I risk that?
Still, I couldn't ignore it anymore. I'd fallen for him. Hard. And now, every moment we spent together was laced with the thought of what it would be like if he felt the same.