My childhood best friend was clingy, spoiled, and annoying.
The type of kid who would whine, pull on my sleeve, and demand my attention.
Five years later, he’s back. But he’s nothing like the boy I remember.
Adrian is taller, composed, and dangerously mature. He doesn’t cling to me anymore. He doesn’t call me his favorite person. Instead, he’s calm, polite, and frustratingly unreadable.
I should be relieved. This is exactly what I wanted, right?
Then why do I feel like I’ve lost something?