It’s him, but it’s not him.

The corners of his mouth still hold those spots of wry amusement that appear when you’re laughing together. His hair is floppy and unkempt, like it was yesterday and the days before.

He’s still your best friend, but suddenly he’s also so much more. That boyish look leaves his face and instead his expression openly admits that he’d do anything to have you right now.

In the silence, everything is said.

How could you end up like this? The boat rocks gently in time to the flutter in your chest.

You want him too.