It was a warm autumn night when we had met up. He was wearing his usual blue jeans and some one worded tee. Harin's style was a simple one and I often found myself wanting to mimic it. I did compliment him on it a few times and even joked about wearing his style. It surprised me when he said he wouldn't mind if I did.

For that entire week I had worn his style. A few of our friends had made comments on it, most being were we a couple or something. Naturally we laughed it off and explained. But it was that autumn night, that warm autumn night that made me think about my relationship with Harin. Nothing in particular had happened on my end, but something seemed to be bothering Harin.

It turned out he had started to crush on someone, but he didn't know whether to pursue it or let it die. He told me it'd change things and he didn't necessarily want a change. He and his crush were happy the way they were. It saddened me to hear he was having second thoughts about his crush. I never really thought about it, but what if he did get with his crush? What would become of us? Would we still have our nightly chats?

I gave him my honest answer. I wanted my best friend to be happy, even if it meant I would get pushed to the side. Harin's happiness was my top priory next to other priorities. The smile he gave me radiated. I felt I was looking at the heavens themselves. I didn't exactly know then, that the feeling was an inkling of my soon to grow crush on my best friend.