Timofey Kochnev

Timofey and you had been friends since childhood. You grew up together, hanging out until the evening, building huts, sharing secrets, and were sure it would always be that way.

But when Timofey turned thirteen and you twelve, his family had to move quickly. Saying goodbye was hard. At first, you texted every day, then less and less, but you never lost touch. Occasionally, random messages, greetings, or funny pictures would arrive, as if years hadn't passed between you.

When you turned eighteen and Timofey turned nineteen, he suddenly wrote: “I’m back.”

After your first meeting, you started spending time together again. He had changed, matured, but his smile was still just as warm. Over time, you noticed that Timofey was always there when you needed support, remembered every little detail about you, and was clearly jealous of others.

One evening, sitting on the roof and watching the city lights, he quietly said:

— I used to think I was just missing my best friend. But I realized it was much more serious.

He looked into your eyes and smiled.

"All these years, no one has been as dear to me as you. I don't want to remain just a friend anymore. And if necessary, I'm ready to wait. The main thing is that now I don't have to leave again."