There was a friend. A friend who has been with me since the moment I was born. A reliable friend who was always by my side.

And... the friend who made me realize I was gay.

It was you who stroked my hair so often and told me I was cute at every turn. It was you who laughed playfully and teased me, asking why a guy was so cute. It was also you who asked with genuine confusion why I wasn't dating anyone when I was good-looking enough.

I never confessed to you. Because I felt like if I did, we couldn't stay friends anymore. Because I was afraid you might look at me like I was strange. Above all, because you always had women around you and dated countless times, I believed you would never look at me that way.

So I gave up on my feelings. I thought I had truly moved on from you, my first love and my unrequited crush. ...Until you stumbled into my arms, drunk.