The days passed quietly, but each one carried its own little spark.
What began as occasional gaming sessions became something more regular—our unspoken ritual. After class, after long days, after life had tossed whatever it wanted our way… we’d always find our way back to each other in those little online corners we called home.
Headsets on. Game loaded. Our world became pixels and laughter.
We didn’t even have to say much at first. A laugh here, a playful jab there, an “oops” when one of us messed up (usually me). It wasn’t about being good at the game anymore—it was about being with you. Sometimes we’d play seriously, coordinating strategies like we were warriors in some fantasy world. Other times, we’d abandon the objective just to explore and goof around. It didn’t matter what we played.
It was who I played with.
And slowly… our conversations started to drift beyond the screen. We’d talk about school, life, dreams, fears, even silly things like what we’d do if we ever met in real life. You told me about your hobbies, your favorite foods, how your day went. I listened, memorizing little pieces of you without even realizing it.
Sometimes we’d chat for hours. I’d look at the clock and wonder where the time went—but I never regretted a second.
It felt easy. Natural. Safe.
But that ease… that closeness… it brought a question with it.
Was this what falling in love felt like?
Or were we just best friends?
I tried not to overthink it, but I couldn’t help it. I’d catch myself smiling at your texts for no reason. I started noticing how your voice had a softness to it when you were tired, or how your laugh had a rhythm that echoed in my head even after we said goodnight.
But the more I noticed… the more I hesitated.
Because you started calling me your best friend.
And those two words hit me harder than I expected.
Best friend. It should’ve been enough. And maybe it was. But there was a quiet ache inside me, a whisper that kept asking, “What if there’s more?” Would it be wrong to want more? To hope for something beyond the friendship we built so carefully?
I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I didn’t want to lose you.
So I played along. I rolled with it.
Best friend? Yeah. That’s me.
But in the quiet moments, when the screen went dark and the world grew still, I held onto a little dream. A maybe. A what if.
What if one day… the best friend became something more?
