He runs his fingers through his soft, curly hair. I just can’t help but focus on how gently he brushes his other hand along my arm. Jack has been my best friend since preschool, and I had never thought of him as anything more than a friend. But now…I feel something more between us. I run my fingers through my messy hair. I don’t know why, but my other hand reaches out to her arm. I glide my hand across her smooth skin, overthinking my entire existence, and hoping that she doesn’t take it the wrong way. I see it in her eyes that she feels the same way I do. But I don’t know how to talk to her about it. How exactly do you tell your best friend that you’ve fallen in love with her?