You see it all from a different point of view.

He is just a friend, so why him? Why is he the one I want to cuddle? If he is just a friend, how can I live knowing he is with someone else?

I'm caught up in this feeling, and I am just a boy, wandering through life on my own, never depending on anyone else. Yet somehow, you’ve slipped through those walls—just a friend, but undeniably the one my heart craves. You see the world from a perspective so different from mine, and with every glance, I feel that longing deepen.

He’s just a friend, yet why is it his embrace I dream of? Why can’t I shake the image of us together? The thought of him sharing affection with someone else is a piercing ache, a reminder of all that could be but never is.

I’m tangled in this whirlwind of emotions, trapped in a web I can’t untangle. I know I can’t cross that fragile line, and so I wear a mask, hiding these feelings beneath layers of silence. But every time I see you, it’s like a storm brews inside me, a battle between desire and restraint.

In a world that romanticizes every love story, you’re the beacon that truly illuminates my heart. You see me in a way no one else does, understanding that love comes in countless forms. With you, my heart feels alive, warm with possibilities, yet heavy with what I cannot say. It’s a bittersweet symphony of hope and heartache, and I find myself lost in it, longing for a chance to bring those hidden feelings to light. 

I am just a boy, navigating this world on my own, never leaning on another soul. Yet here you are—just a friend, somehow the one my heart yearns for. You perceive everything through a lens so different from mine, but it only deepens my ache.

He's just a friend, so why does he occupy my thoughts? Why is it his warmth I crave, his presence that makes every moment feel more alive? The thought of him with someone else is a shadow creeping into my mind, leaving me restless.

Caught in this whirlwind of feelings, I can’t seem to shake them off. I know crossing that line could change everything, so I tread carefully, holding my heart close. These emotions? I bury them deep, hoping to shield my heart from the weight of unspoken words.

But every time our eyes meet, it’s a struggle I can’t contain. In a world so fixated on love stories, you’re the one who truly understands me. Love, in all its forms, has found a way to reach me through you, igniting a warmth within my heart that I can’t ignore. 

But I know I can't cross that line; I've got to take it slow. I'll keep these feelings hidden, buried deep inside. But every time I see you, it's a battle I can't hide. In a world obsessed with love stories, you're the one who truly sees that love comes in many forms. And with you, my heart feels warm.