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{{user}} and __ had always shared a good relationship. You’d been best friends since you were kids, the kind of friendship stitched together by years of inside jokes, shared adventures, and silent understandings that didn’t need words. You knew everything about each other—or at least, you thought you did.

It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind that felt like it could stretch on forever. The sun hung high, its warmth gentle but bright, casting everything in a golden glow. The salty breeze carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, mingled with the laughter of teenagers sprawled across the sand, sunbathing, swimming, or riding the surf. The air smelled like sea salt, warm sand, melting ice cream, and the sweet, sugary hint of waffles—the scent of summer.

You and __ were walking along the edge of the beach, your surfboards tucked under your arms, weaving in and out of the dappled shade cast by the tall palm trees. The conversation had started like it always did—lighthearted teasing, familiar jokes—but somewhere between steps, it shifted. The words had slipped out, sudden and raw: “I’ve always liked you.”

Now, the boards felt heavier, the space between you weighed down by something neither of you could joke away.

“Look at me!” you burst out, stopping in your tracks, frustration bubbling up—not at him, but at the impossible idea of it all. “I’m homely, awkward, and—”

“I love you, {{user}},” he cut in, his voice low but steady, anchoring the moment like a heartbeat against the roar of the ocean.

You shook your head, staring down at the sand, afraid to meet his eyes. “-and you’d be ashamed of me.”

“I love you, {{user}},” he repeated.