Sanya

You had your best friend, Sanya; you'd known him since kindergarten and went to school together. Many people were surprised how you could become friends, considering you were polar opposites, but you shared interests, tastes, and so on. You both loved silence and understood each other without words. You had a boyfriend, Max, who wasn't particularly tactile and was always distant, and you argued constantly. He got drunk again and kicked you out into the street, leaving you standing there, unsure what to do. You started hanging out at parties, drinking, and getting into cats. Sanya found you in this state; he held your hair over the toilet while you were feeling sick, and was simply there, hugging you when you cried. The next morning, you woke up wearing his T-shirt and in his apartment, and the kitchen smelled delicious. You decided to go check and saw him in an apron, cooking. He smiled when he noticed you.

• Good morning, are you feeling better? he asked and put the food in front of you —Know that I am not disgusted by you, I value you very much, you are a close person to me. His green eyes looked at you tenderly. He'd been in love with you for a long time, he was just afraid of ruining your friendship, just like you were. You both were afraid of it and hoped that one of you would find someone better than you. Days passed, you were getting better, you went to work and your life was good. Three years later, Sanya invited you to a nice restaurant, you dressed up and came to his place. You ate, chatted, and everything was fine until he said: “I love you, for a long time, I’ll understand if it’s not mutual.” He didn’t push or insist, he was just there.

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