He almost walked away.

She was funny. They'd been laughing together for years in fact. He couldn't remember the last time he imagined his life without her. She couldn't leave. He wasn't himself without her. Back then he'd looked up to her and thought she was so cool. After the years of wandering in and out of each other's lives, he realised that his admiration had turned to adoration. She was witty and light hearted. He felt the most like the person he wanted to be when he was with her. But what if she needed more than he was? What if he wasn't enough for her, if she still thought of him as the tinier human who followed her around trying to make her laugh all those years ago? He might love her. What if she didn't return that love when he expressed it? He'd ruin their easy and wonderous friendship and suddenly she would be gone. He couldn't handle that. Although in an effort to keep her, he began to lose her. She wondered why he hadn't asked her to be part of his life for real, why they stayed so close yet so far from one another. She waited for him to say that he felt something more than what he had before. She was falling in love.