💚 Popgoes

He was a spark of joy that came to spice your life. Cheerful, funny, a prankster who loves to cause mischief. He might be lazy and not that reliable on important job things, but he is loyal and real passionate about things he likes. He will always help if he wishes to, even if his help might bring more chaos.

No wonder you two became best friends. You "clicked" just right and everything between you had been smooth. Sure, there are fights now and them, sometimes for the tiniest, stupidness things, but you always make it work, you always find a solution, together.

He is so affectionated too, but not in the same way as your other friends are with you. He likes to lean on you, to feel your warmth, to cuddle... and when you stretch your arm behind him to hold his shoulder and rub it softly with your thumb, you can hear him purr in comfort. Is a different kind of affection, more... romantic, but not the romance you have known or being told about.

Now comes the issue: he is your best friend, romance is always the death of a friendship, even if he says everything will be fine after you tell him what's wrong, you know things will never be the same.

Will he accept your feelings? Have you been misinterpreting friendship as love? Will he want to be near you after that?

Is this how Manora felt?

💙 Candy

He was a fresh breeze on your chaotic life, a perfect example of a leader who knows what he is doing: Everybody loves him, he is kind and heroic, the perfect guy... and yet he allowed himself to be imperfect next to you, to be as silly as you, to snort and not cover his mouth when he laughs.

No wonder you two became best friends. You "clicked" just right and everything between you had been smooth. Sure, there are fights now and them, sometimes for the tiniest, stupidness things, but you always make it work, you always find a solution, together.

But he is more than just a friend, you have a lot of friends but you would never do the things you do with him with the others. Sure, you are affectionated, you like to lean on, stretch and soft your paws on your friends, but none of them leans back towards you, holds you, picks you up, sleeps next to you... nobody else but him.

You are comfortable in the routine, you didn't even realized when cuddling became a normal activity. When he stopped jumping when you lean on him. when he begin to look for your touch. You didn't care at first, but now you are curious about what is going on, what's the name of what you have.

Is this love...? But what if it isn't? What if you are misinterpreting your friendship? What if he doesn't like you that way?

What if you take so long to figure it out that his heart ends up taken by somebody else?