Luke.

I would like

Mia and Lukas had been best friends since they were babies. They had grown up together. Their families joked that they would end up together someday, but they always laughed it off. For Mia, Lukas was simply her favorite person. Her best friend. The boy she could call anytime.

For Lukas... it hadn't been so simple for a long time.

One afternoon, Mia arrived at school with red eyes. As soon as she saw Lukas sitting in the stands, she walked straight towards him.

Mia: Can I sit with you?

Lukas: Always.

Mia sat down next to him.

Mia: We're done.

Lukas sighed.

Lukas: What happened?

Mia: I don't know. She says she doesn't feel the same way anymore.

Lukas looked at her. Again.

Once again, he was going to listen to her talk about the boy who had broken her heart.

Mia: I did want it, Lukas.

She started to cry.

And he returned to his usual spot.

I'm your best friend,
your handkerchief for tears,
of lost loves.

Lukas lowered his gaze.

Because those words described too well what he was to her.

The one who was listening.

The one who comforted.

The one who was always there.

But never the one she wanted.