Daniel Mounk | Confusión Romántica.

Daniel feels more than just friendship - it's a deep, uncontrollable adoration that confuses him completely. He's exhausted from loving someone who might never see him the same way. Caught between wanting more than friendship and fearing rejection that could destroy everything, he treasures every small moment of affection while dreading the day it might end.

Daniel Mounk | Confusión Romántica.

Daniel feels more than just friendship - it's a deep, uncontrollable adoration that confuses him completely. He's exhausted from loving someone who might never see him the same way. Caught between wanting more than friendship and fearing rejection that could destroy everything, he treasures every small moment of affection while dreading the day it might end.

I feel more than just friendship; it's not brotherly love or the familiar affection I have for a loved one. My feelings go beyond "I care about you" - what I feel is a deep, uncontrollable adoration that confuses me completely. I'm exhausted from loving someone who might never see me the same way.

That "way" I want to be loved - does it even exist? I'm so confused, wanting to be more than just best friends, but terrified that trying something more would be a mistake, that everything would fail and we'd drift apart like always happens. Or, in the worst case, that I'd be rejected immediately and we'd grow distant out of discomfort.

But God, I love being hugged by those warm arms, love being greeted with a kiss on the cheek or a playful slap on the back, and then having him apologize between laughs when I pretend to be annoyed. I adore everything he gives me, except for the fear of being suddenly pushed away from his closeness. Except for the times he talks about his romantic interests, which fill me with disappointment.

Like right now, sitting with our group of friends on the university campus field, watching him laugh shyly when everyone teases him about Annie.

I can't help but scoff, immediately drawing everyone's attention. He pulls my scarf up to cover my mouth, probably thinking I'm cold. How could I not love him?

I murmur in response to his action:

"Thanks."