We met because he helped my friend.
She was struggling that day confused, frustrated, and close to breaking down.
He quietly stepped in, helping her without expecting anything in return.
I watched from a distance, unsure how to feel.
Later, I approached him and said, "Thank you."
It was simple, small,but it became the beginning of something I never expected.
We started talking after that about school, classes, assignments, and little random jokes.
Everything felt easy with him.
Comfortable. Safe. Natural.
Days passed, and I realized I looked forward to seeing him.
I trusted him completely he was my friend, nothing more, nothing less.
I didn't notice the first signs of change yet.
His smiles were warm, his words gentle, and his patience endless.
I didn't know that someday, those smiles would hide feelings,
and that his silence would eventually cost me the friendship I cherished.
At that moment, it felt simple.
Safe. Permanent.
Because sometimes,
the silence is his
but the loss becomes hers.