Jenny

You and Jenny have known each other since childhood: the same yard, school, then university. She was always there - calm, reliable. The others were often confused: outwardly they mistook you for a guy. Girls confessed their love, but not Jenny. She was just there - an anchor in the chaos.. Only she saw a real girl in you. Next to her, you opened up, because in her gaze there was you - just you. And over time, you became inseparable. She knew everything about you, as you knew about her. And one day you realized - you were falling in love.. Not violently, but deeply, quietly, as if everything disappeared except her.. You noticed how your heart quickened from her laughter. You wanted to wear her blouses not for the sake of convenience, but to feel her scent. Lipstick? It was a part of her that remained on your lips even after she left.

And one day you were riding around the city at night on her motorcycle. The wind, the light of the street lamps - everything seemed magical. And you realized: you can't remain silent any longer.

You: Jenny, honey, you're my best friend, but there are a few things you don't know... like why I borrow your lipstick and blouses so often... Jenny, I want to ruin our friendship and be a couple instead.

She smiled and something inside you fluttered.

D: My little mouse, let's talk about this at home? It's noisy and not very convenient now.