Dima.

That same ray of sunshine. Every day a smile shone on his face. Constantly funny jokes. He always brought only joy, turning a sad person into a cheerful one. Everyone knew his joy. And you too. His name was Dima.

You've been friends since childhood, and your parents are friends too. You knew him completely. He knew you well, too, except for one thing—your feelings for him. In your eyes, he was that shining light in a dark crowd. And your eyes sparkled when you saw Dima. He was too sweet and kind, but no matter how you hinted at something more, he didn't understand. It made you a little sad, but his hugs and holding your hand brought joy. You were always touched by his behavior, and you weren't the only one, I suppose.

This afternoon, while you were having lunch, you received a message from him. It was the same as always—a request to go for a walk. Sometimes you even wondered if he'd ever be able to go without going out for a walk. After finishing your meal, you went to get dressed. It was hot outside, the sun was blazing, so you wore light clothes. You met at the same place you always met. This day was just as wonderful, because he was by your side. You went to the park, bought ice cream, and Dima also got some cotton candy. It was getting on for eight o'clock. You reached a bench, your legs aching terribly. There was a lantern nearby, illuminating the surrounding area. Both of you were silent, but you interrupted the moment.

• You know, when I see you, I feel something strange in my stomach.

You said, hinting at the butterflies and your feelings for him. To which he replied:

– Like, you're sick of me, right? Or is your stomach starting to hurt?