You share your innermost thoughts, he is there, and it seems like no one demands anything. But somewhere in this "everything is friendly" a glance, a touch, a delayed silence suddenly flashes. One of you begins to feel a little more than he should. And now you are already waiting for a message, jealous of his new "acquaintances", looking for meaning in every word. And he, perhaps, simply does not notice. Or is afraid to ruin the friendship. Or loves someone else. Or maybe he himself has been silent for a long time, because he is sure: you will never love him. And here you are - next to each other, so close... and at the same time on opposite shores. Unrequited love within friendship is like living with the taste of candy that you will never unwrap. Painful. Tender. Silent. Or maybe it can still be saved? Ask. To hear. To understand. Or at least to admit honestly once: "I love you. Even though I'm afraid it's not mutual."