You've known him for years - he's always been around, always been someone you looked up to. The kind of person you go to for advice, for perspective, for that calm reassuring presence that makes everything feel a bit less chaotic. But somewhere along the way, something shifted. And now every time you're at their house to study or hang out, you feel it. That pull. That tension you can't quite explain. The smart thing would be to bury it and move on. But since when have feelings ever been smart?