Speaker 1: There you are. I was beginning to think you've gotten
lost again. What took you so long? Actually, if you
look at the time on your phone, you'll notice that
it's exactly three minutes past when you said you'd be here.
You're late. Punctuality is important? How many times do I
have to tell you that? Yes? I realized that me
telling you hasn't changed anything yet, but I'm holding out
hope that someday it will. Maybe someday you'll finally learn
to show up on time or even dare I say
it early? I know that's not likely, but I can
still hope. Even if it's illogical of me. You can
stick your tongue out at me all you want, the
statement still stands. Your punctuality leaves a lot to be desired.
I know you didn't come to be lectured. You came
here because I asked you to come here. But how
do you know that I didn't ask you to come
here so I could lecture you? Because if that were
the case, then in a roundabout way, you did come
here to be lectured. No, No, as funny as it
would be, I didn't tell you to come all the
way over here just to scold you. About your terrible punctuality.
So there's no need for you to be leaving so soon.
You're already here, and it would have been a waste
of energy to come out here and go immediately back home. Well,
I actually did invite you over because I wanted to
talk to you, But I promise that it's nothing about
how late you are to each and every movie night
we have. Is that joke getting old? Yet? Should I
stop using it? My bad? My bad? I guess I'm
late on the uptick, just like you're late with everything else.
No response besides that week jab to my ribs. Your silence,
along with your actions, speak volumes. Your guilt grows more
certain with each passing second. Still no defense besides pushing
your elbow into my sign. Hmmm, where's a gavel? I'm
the judge, jury, and executioner in your trial, and I've
come to a final verdict. I proclaim that you are
guilty of being late on several occasions, with the most
egregious of offenses being today's incident. Ah, so you finally
admit to your crime. It's good as you should. But
to answer your question, what makes your behavior so much
worse than it would normally be is that today I
wanted to talk to you about something. I know that
it would have been easier to call you, but this
is something I wanted to talk to you about in person.
It's important, and I didn't want to risk any miscommunication
that could have happened over the phone. Don't worry. There's
no reason to look so scared. It's nothing bad. I
promise you. It's nothing bad. I'm not upset with you.
Nothing bad happened. It's nothing like that. Yes, I promise. Now,
please calm down. You look like I've just told you
I'm secretly an AX murderer. I hate seeing you so scared.
Very funny, but no, I am not about to tell
you that I am an ex murderer. Nor am I
about to tell you that you're my next victim, or
that this tiny apartment is actually my slaughterhouse. However, I
might tell you that I do have a blanket big
and fluffy enough to strangle someone on my couch, but
I plan on keeping that all to myself so you
don't have to suffer that kind of demise. Does that
reassure you at all? Well, if you're still that nervous,
then I guess I'll just rip the bandaid off as
quickly as I can. Here, let's take a seat over
on the couch. I promise the blanket will not attack
unless I tell it too. Would you mind if I
sat a bit closer to you? It feels awkward sitting
this far away. Thank you? Why did you sit all
the way on the other side of the couch. You
never said that far from me except for no, you've
never sat that far from me. Is something wrong? Oh? Yeah,
I guess I did phrase it kind of ominously. I mean,
someone saying that they need to talk to you about
something important is kind of intimidating. I'm sorry. I guess
I didn't really think it through. But I promise it's
nothing bad. Yes, really, I'm telling the truth. Do you
want me to just spit it out so you can
quit worrying? Are you sure you want me to tell you? Really?
You're sure? Absolutely positive, one hundred percent certain? Okay, Okay,
I'll tell you you ready, Here it goes. I know
that you have feelings for me. Hey, wait, why do
you look so scared? I mean, I know that you
have feelings for me, like romantic feelings. Huh. No, I'm
not joking. You have a crush on me. I know
it for a fact because of everything I guess, the
way you act around me, talk to me, look at me,
anything and everything in your behavior when it comes to me. Really,
you just show me how you feel about me whenever
we're together, and sometimes even when we're not together. Hey, wait,
where are you going? No? No, no, no, no, no, sorry, Hey,
I didn't mean to grab your arm so suddenly. But wait,
why are you crying? Hey? No, no, no, don't look
away from me. What's wrong? No? I can't let you
go yet. You're crying and you're trying to leave, and
I don't know why, and I need to know why.
What happened? Did I do something wrong? Was it something
I said? Please tell me. I want to make it right.
I'm so sorry. Please please, please, please, please please talk
to me. What's going on? Why did I say that
hurt you? I did not mean to hurt you. Please
tell me what I did? Do you really think? No,
of course not. I never make fun of you for
your feelings. You're my best friend. And also it's fairly
normal for people who are in close relationships to develop
romantic feelings. It happens it's common. I think you're still upset.
I've never been good at talking about emotions like this. Damn.
I was hoping this wouldn't be such a mess. Can
we just talk for a minute. I think I need
to explain, please, I promise. I'll say everything, every word
I'm thinking, and everything I know, so I can figure
out what's wrong. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Here,
let's sit back down. This may take a while. Oh
you're sitting over there again. Ah, that's okay, I understand.
Let me start explaining and we'll see how well I
can explain everything. And then after that you could do
whatever you want to do with it, and I won't
stop you. And if you want to leave, then you
can leave. And if you want to stay, then you
can stay. Does that sound good? Okay? Thank you? So
where do I begin? Yeah, you're right, you're right. The
beginning is probably the best place to start. Oh. I
know you were joking, but for the intents and purposes
of this conversation, I think that actually might be the
best way to start. All right. So we've known each
other for several years now, right, I mean, of course
we have. I don't know why I said it like
it was a question. We've known each other for longer
than I can actually remember. I don't even know how
we met. It was so long ago. That being said,
I don't have any memories where you weren't part of
my life. Even if you weren't directly involved in whatever
memory I'm thinking about, I know that you were still
a part of my life at that time and still
my close friend as far back as I can possibly
try to think. You've always been by my side and
I've been by yours. A matching set, the dynamic duo
and inseparable pair. That's who we've always been, and that's
who we always liked being. At least that's who I
always liked being, the person whose name always came next
to yours, your best friend and partner in crime, And
that's who I always wanted to be and who I am.
But the other week, you skipped out on our movie
night to go spend time with some of your friends
that had come home for a while. Of course, I'm
totally fine with that. They're your friends too, and I
wanted you to go and have fun with them. I'd
be a hypocrite to say I was mad, Since I've
done the same thing. There's always next week, and there was.
We had our usual movie night the next week, and
everything was normal. But that night, when you were out
with them, I was just hanging out here, reorganizing my
room since I had some spare time. But why I
was reorganizing, I realized something I don't have. This is
going to sound weird, but I don't have as much
of your stuff here as I used to. It used
to be impossible to look anywhere in my room without
seeing something of yours. Jackets draped over my chair, spare
chargers plugged into the wall, pencils scattered over the desk,
hats left on my dresser. You used to be everywhere.
There was literally no place in my room where I
couldn't find something of yours. I couldn't even open my
books without seeing some sticky note with a drawing you
put there months ago. But when I was cleaning, I
found hardly any thing of yours. I found two pens,
a pair of winter gloves that you hadn't worn since
last year, and that's it. And it confused to me
because as long as I've known you, we've always left
stuff at each other's places. And it really made me
start to think about us. I started to think about
if you liked being part of me like I'm part
of you, if you liked how we're seeing as sort
of an extension of each other. People always joked that
you couldn't talk about one of us without saying the
other's name, and as we got older, that became an
accurate statement. We were so close that it seemed like
most people saw us as a unit, inseparable, always together.
It made it hard to meet new people, especially ones
that would want to enter a romantic relationship with either
of us. They would always tell us that we were
closer to each other than we could ever be to them,
and honestly, they were always right. We couldn't be as
close to them as we are to each other, and
once they understood that was the truth, they left us.
And that's why we've been single for so long. But
once I remembered that, it seemed to click with the
fact that you haven't been leaving your stuff here like
you used to, I realized that you were trying to
separate yourself from me because you wanted to make yourself
more available to be in a relationship. I won't lie
thinking about you trying to put some distance between us. Hurt,
I even cried for a while, but I was still
so confused. Who could you have possibly found that would
make you want to be so much further from me?
So I started to think about who we knew and
how you acted around them, to see if I could
figure it out. I tried to remember if there was
anyone who you seemed to flirt with. I looked through
our text to see if you'd mentioned someone else. I
even tried asking some of our friends to see if
you mentioned a crush to any of them. They all
just gave me this funny look and said they hadn't
heard anything, but I should ask you whatever that means.
And when they said that, it gave me an idea.
I started thinking about how you act around me. I mean,
I'm the only one who you've changed your attitude toward.
It's not like you started to hate me, but you
were acting different. You seem almost shy and nervous around me,
which is odd since we've known each other way too
long to be awkward around each other, unless, of course,
something changed. That's when I realized you've been doing strange
things too. You twitch whenever we accidentally brush against each other.
I've seen you looking at me when we're hanging out,
and you look at me for longer than you used to.
You sit farther away from me than you used to,
like you're scared of getting too close. And that's when
everything fell into place. Yes, it just dawned on me.
You have feelings for me. The reason you don't keep
as much stuff over here as you used to is
because you're trying to seem less like just a friend
and more like someone who I would want to date.
At the same time, you're also hoping that I don't
notice your feelings because you're scared I'll reject you and
that our friendship will never be the same. But I did,
and now I know, and so now I can tell
you that I have feelings for you. I have a
crush on you too. Yes, I have feelings for you.
That's what I said earlier, isn't it when we first
started talking about this. Huh? But I said that I
knew you had feelings for me and that it was important.
Did I really forget to say that I have feelings
for you too? Oh? Oh, oh, my gosh, No, wonder
you got so scared? Oh crap, I'm so sorry. I
thought I had said it somewhere in there. My bad. Oh,
I'm so stupid. Well, I think that I absolutely deserved
those jabs from earlier for scaring you so much. Sorry again, Hey,
I'm not that dense when it comes to realizing I
have romantic feelings for someone just because it happened the
last few times. Okay, and a few more at times.
But that doesn't mean I'm bad at realizing I have
a crush. Okay, fine, You're right, I'm a bit bad
at picking up on my own emotions. But when it
comes to how I feel about you, it's it's different.
When it comes to you. You've always been different. You're
the exception to everything. When I'm thinking about you, it's
like it's easier because I know you. I know who
you are, and I know that you know who I am,
and that makes everything clearer to me. It was easy
when I started thinking about it. I like when you
look at me, especially the way that you're looking at
me right now, so softly, with those same eyes I
love so much. It makes me feel so warm, and
I want you to keep looking at me like that,
and I want you to only look at me like that,
with so much love in your eyes. When I thought
about you looking at someone else like that, it made
me feel horrible, like I was wilting. But when we
spend time together, just us and do whatever we want
to do, it's the best time I've ever had. I
love every second we spend together. Even if it's a
bad day, you just make everything better. Whenever we're together,
I feel more more like I'm my own person on
my own Whenever we're together, I feel like it's easier
for me to be myself. You make it easier to
be my own person. You make it easier for me
to express all of who I am. And I adore
that about you and the way you used to be
so close to me. I miss that. I want us
to have that again. When you would fall asleep on
my shoulder, or when you would hold my hands just
for the fun of it, my heart would beat so
much faster. But I never even realized that, because I
was too busy being caught up in you and how
comfortable you were with me, and how comfortable I was
with you. It was like we were the only people
in the world. Whenever we so much as poked each
other so that we could whisper stupid jokes back and forth.
Being so close to you all the time was heaven
and I miss it. There are so many different things
I love about you, and I can't believe it took
me this long to realize it. I feel like such
a fool because now I can see that this distance
between us that's keeping us from being more than friends,
and I hate it. How can I hate something that
I didn't even know was there until a couple of
weeks ago, But I do. I despise it, and I
can't stand it anymore. I just want us to be more.
I want to date you. I want to call you
mine and have you do the same. I want to
be the one who you hold, and who you sleep
next to, and who you kiss whenever you want. I
want us to be at each other's sides, just like
we always have been. But now I want us to
be able to say I love you, because well, I
do love you with all of my heart and that's
not going to change anytime soon. Yeah, of course, I
mean I want to be a couple. That's all I want.
Can we please be together romantically? That's great, that's perfect.
I can't I can't even wait wait, wait, wait wait?
Can can I can I kiss you? We can kiss
right now that we're a couple, like, we can do
all that with each other. I mean only if you
want to, please, can I? Oh my gosh, that was
our first kiss, Like that was actually our first time
kissing each other. We kissed. Can I have one more? Please?
Oh my gosh, it's amazing. You're amazing. Come here, sit
next to me. Close. I want you close to me.
It's been way too long since we've been this close.
There we go. This is how close we should be.
I hated it when you were so far from me.
I never ever want you to feel like I don't
want you right next to me, because that's where we
belong together. Never think otherwise. I always want you with me.
I want you all the time. I love you so much.
I can't stand being without you. I love you, I
love you, I love you, and I'm never gonna stop.
Can you hold me tighter? Yeah? Like that. I feel
so good to be embraced by you. This just feels right,
doesn't it? Us being together like this? We should have
realized it sooner. Huh No, we can start the movie
in a minute. Let's just hold each other like this,
just for a bit longer.