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They are not quite friendships anymore, but they are not clearly love either. They exist somewhere between memories, silence, and feelings that are never spoken aloud.
There was someone like that in her life.
He had been her childhood friend. They had known each other since they were young. They had spent ordinary days together, laughed over silly things, argued over the smallest reasons, and then forgotten those arguments just as quickly. Back then, neither of them ever wondered what their relationship would become in the future.
They were simply two children who knew each other.
But childhood never stays forever.
As they grew older, their lives slowly changed. They went in different directions. Their conversations became less frequent, and eventually, they stopped talking altogether.
There was no particular fight.
No big misunderstanding.
They simply became strangers who happened to share the same memories.
Years later, whenever she saw him, she felt something she could not explain.
She didn't know whether she still saw him as her childhood friend or whether something had quietly changed inside her.
She sometimes wondered, "Do I actually like him?"
But every time she tried to find an answer, another question appeared.
Maybe it wasn't love.
Maybe she was only attached to the memories they had shared.
Maybe she simply missed the person he used to be.
Or maybe, somewhere along the way, her feelings had changed without her realizing it.
What confused her even more was the way he sometimes looked at her.
She had noticed him watching her from a distance more than once.
Their eyes would meet for a moment, and before she could understand what was happening, she would look away.
She never knew what his eyes were trying to say.
Was he simply recognizing an old friend?
Was he curious about her?
Or did he feel something too?
She had no courage to find out.
Whenever she saw him nearby, she would sometimes move away.
Not because she disliked him.
Not because she was angry with him.
She was simply afraid.
Afraid that if she stayed there for too long, her feelings would become obvious.
Afraid that he might notice the nervousness in her face.
Afraid that she might finally realize that what she felt was more than friendship.
Sometimes she wanted to talk to him.
Just once.
She imagined walking up to him and saying something simple like, "How have you been?"
But even that sentence remained inside her mind.
She would think about all the possible answers.
What if he wondered why she suddenly wanted to talk after so many years?
What if he didn't feel anything at all?
What if those glances meant absolutely nothing?
So she stayed silent.
He stayed silent too.
And their story remained somewhere between the words they never said and the looks they never understood.
She didn't know whether he liked her.
She didn't even know whether she truly loved him.
All she knew was that the boy who had once been a familiar part of her childhood had somehow become the person who created the most questions in her heart.
Maybe every feeling doesn't need an immediate name.
Maybe some emotions need time before they become clear.
Because some stories don't begin with a confession.
Some begin quietly.
With a childhood memory.
With two people who once knew each other.
With a little distance.
With a few stolen glances.
And with one unanswered question:
"Is this really love, or is it only a feeling I haven't learned to understand yet?"
Perhaps someday, she would know the answer.
Until then, she would carry the question quietly in her heart.
