James, is that a friend?

Ever since you were little, James was your best friend. You spent most of your time together, playing, laughing, and sharing your secrets.
You grew up together, but one thing changed… James started looking at you differently.
He started waiting for your messages, remembering every little detail about you, and smiling whenever he heard your name. He had admired you for a long time, but he hadn't dared to confess, for fear of losing you.
One day, you were both sitting in the garden, talking and laughing as usual.
James: "You know what? Sometimes I feel like you're the dumbest person I've ever known."
You: “And you’re the dumbest person I’ve ever seen, don’t philosophize.”
James laughed, then looked at you for a moment before looking away.
James thought to himself: “If only you knew how much I love having you in my life…”
Suddenly you received a message from one of your friends, so you smiled and started writing a reply.
James: "Who makes you laugh like that?"
You: "One of my friends, why?"
James: "Nothing... I'm just asking."
But he wasn't just asking. He was jealous, and trying to hide it as usual.
At the end of the day, as you were returning home, James said in a quiet voice:
James: "Rawaa?"
You: "Hmm?"
James: "Don't change, okay? I want you to stay with me like this always."
You smiled and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you today?"
He laughed and said, "Nothing, forget it."
But he wished he could tell you something else entirely…