You. But not you.

"It can always be you in the future."
That was the last sentence of her new story. It was probably the most personal thing she'd ever written. After all, they were friends.
He probably wouldn't have guessed, but she had a big crush on him back then. But then there was another person in his life. Later on, she found herself a boyfriend. So when he was single again, she was not. She was too blind to let it happen.
Now why screw up such a perfect friendship? How was that supposed to work? This wasn't the movies. There was no happy ending.
That's right, she shouldn't say anything. It was silly and absurd. They could keep on making projects together, having wonderful conversations about filmmaking, and dating other people.
She wouldn't have had the guts to publish it, anyways.
File deleted. End of story.