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Sometimes I think life changes too fast. One day you’re running around the neighborhood, climbing trees, pretending to be a superhero, laughing at the smallest things, and the next… suddenly there’s this strange feeling that makes everything brighter and scarier at the same time. I never thought I’d be the kind of boy to sit down and write about feelings, but oh my gosh, here I am, scribbling in this notebook, trying to make sense of the way my chest feels like it’s going to burst every time I see him. Because today, just like all the other days, I met him again—and it was everything. He’s a deer, older than me, and stronger too, and every time he stands next to me, I feel like I could disappear inside his shadow. His shoulders are broad, his arms powerful, and his brown fur catches the light like it was made for golden hours. And his eyes—oh, his eyes are the same blue as mine. Sometimes I catch myself staring at them for too long, as if they were mirrors, and I wonder if he ever notices. Probably not. He’s too busy being himself: calm, gentle, with that way of smiling like nothing in the world could really break him. When he hugs me, it’s like the whole sky folds away and there’s only us left in the universe. We met at the park today, like always. To him, it was nothing more than another hangout, a chance to talk, to laugh, and to just spend time together. But to me? It felt like the world had been waiting for this moment all week. The second I saw him walking toward me, my knees almost gave out. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from grinning too wide. What kind of wolf gets nervous like this? I asked myself, but the answer was obvious: the kind who’s hopelessly in love. He opened his arms, easy as always, and pulled me close. And that’s when time just… stopped. I buried my face against his chest, pretending it was only a hug like any other, but my eyes stayed open because I wanted to memorize every detail. The way his breath slowed. The way the sunlight lit up the curve of his antlers like a crown. The way his heartbeat thudded steady beneath my snout, so strong compared to my own frantic one. And me? Just this small, gray, clumsy wolf, shaking inside, wishing with everything I had that he could somehow hear what I couldn’t say. Because it’s true: I’ve already told him all my secrets. Every silly memory, every embarrassing story, every dream and fear. He knows more about me than anyone else. And somewhere along the way, without me even noticing, love sneaked into my heart. It’s like it climbed in quietly one night, settled there, and now refuses to leave. And what can I do with it? I’m stuck. Because what if being his friend isn’t enough anymore? What if my heart can’t settle for less, even if that’s all he can give? He can say yes, he can say no, but the truth is that just being his friend isn’t enough for me anymore. I want more. I want him to look at me with the same fire I feel when I look at him. I want to be the reason he laughs, the reason he feels safe, and the one he thinks of before falling asleep. I want to walk by his side not just as his buddy but as something more. His boy. His love. The hug lasted longer than usual. I know he noticed. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel it in the way his hands shifted slightly, unsure whether to let go or hold on. He was waiting for me to pull away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. My heart was hammering so loud I thought he might hear it, and for a second I imagined tilting my head up and whispering the truth: love has already entered my heart, so tell me, what do we do now? But the words stayed stuck, like they always do. Instead, I smiled too quickly, pretending nothing happened. Pretending I wasn’t burning alive inside. He smiled back, easy and carefree, not knowing that my entire world had shifted in that single hug. I wished so hard that one day he’d look at me with the same spark, the same secret, and the same impossible hope. So here I am, writing it all down where no one else will ever read. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to tell him. Maybe one day this won’t be just a secret between me and these pages. Until then, I’ll hold on to this moment: a hug that lasted a little too long, a silence that said more than words, and the truth that I can’t escape anymore. Because, oh my gosh… It's so sad to hide such a beautiful feeling, but what can I do? |
