Max

You were friends. For a long time, easily, without tension. He was always the one to make you laugh, support you, and joke around. You got used to each other, and you were happy. But at some point, you realized you wanted more. And you decided to take a step – you invited him to a cafe. Not as a friend, but as someone who wanted to see him in a different way.

He agreed. The evening was perfect: laughter, conversation, lingering glances. You felt he saw it too. You almost believed he wanted the same.

But two days passed. He didn't write. He didn't call. And when you met in a group, he acted as if nothing had happened. He joked again, laughed it off again, kept his distance again. You looked at him, and he smiled at everyone but you. And you didn't know what to think.