What if the friends-to-lovers trope belongs only to romance novels and films? Friends see us for we are—our chaos made simple in their gaze. In our eyes, they can do no wrong.
But god forbid you fall for them; the world tilts. It’s never sudden, always a slow undoing. You blur the lines, chase their laughter, dream of a forever built from small moments.
Maybe they feel it too. Maybe not.
But love without intent is a hollow ache.
They say never seek love or death; both find you when they must. And yet, who could we possibly love more organically than the one who already knows us best?
When they leave, we mistake the loss for losing our ability to love in itself—
not knowing it was always our to keep,
never theirs to withhold.
Still, maybe the breaking is necessary. The pieces must fall apart,
so life can come together the way it was always meant to.
It’s the saddest thing when you know the love is there, but you just can’t give it to each other.
- Blue valentine
Choreography:
@vishwesh.1109 &
@muscandoit
Camera & Edit:
@i_am_sandy2k19 
