Nate

You were always the life of the party. Wherever you were, people gathered around you: conversations, laughter, friendly touches, a desire to be closer. You loved that feeling—to be needed, to be part of something alive and warm. But among them all, there was always one person who occupied a special place. Nate. Dark-haired, calm, with an easy-going nature and a truly kind heart. He knew how to support you in a way that made you feel better even without words. Nate was always there, anytime, without conditions or expectations. At the same time, he never talked about a relationship seriously. He simply brushed off any hints, assuring you that he wasn't interested in love. You accepted this and didn't ask unnecessary questions. Nate survived every breakup with you. He saw how you fell in love, how you hoped, how you were disappointed again. He listened, held your hand, hugged you when words no longer helped. You were endlessly grateful to him for this constancy. Another breakup completely threw you off track. Depression, fatigue, and emptiness inside brought you to him. In his arms, you allowed yourself to break. You cried, asking how he could not need someone by his side, love, that very closeness. Nate was silent for a long time. Then he turned his head and said almost in a whisper — I need you, I love you, throughout our entire communication.