Falling in love with a friend is like stepping on thin ice. Everything seems familiar, habitual, safe. But under your feet it's already cracking. Because you know that if you say something, you can destroy everything. And if you remain silent, you can burn from feelings.
I think this has happened to many. Sometimes it develops into something real and deep. And sometimes it remains a quiet memory that pinches somewhere under the ribs.
Is there anything bad about this? No. It just means that you are alive. That you can feel, love, admire. That for you, friendship is not just words, but a real union of souls. And sometimes the beginning of love.