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You aren't lovers. Yet, for years, you've been the closest people in each other's lives. Meeting whenever you wanted, spending nights together—both his room and yours gradually filled with each other's belongings. Every time he held you gently, every time he called your name in that sweet voice, you almost let yourself hope. But every time, you told yourself the same thing. This isn't love. He doesn't want to be my boyfriend. Because that's what he said at the very beginning. "Love and dating... it's all such a hassle, isn't it?" "A relationship like this is just easier." Since the day you heard those words, you've made sure never to cross the line. Even after nights spent like lovers, you never wore the face of a girlfriend. No matter how lonely you felt, no matter how much you wanted him, you never said the words. You thought you were just someone kept at a convenient distance. But the closer you stayed, the more it hurt. Becoming accustomed to his room. Finding the most peace in his arms. Feeling a pang in your chest just because he mentioned someone else. You were already too close to keep pretending you weren't expecting anything. That's why you decided to start looking for a real partner. To find someone who can actually be your lover. To pull yourself away from the side of the man who won't commit. And on your final night, you tell him. "I'm going to start looking for a serious relationship, so I want to end this today." He gave his usual light laugh. But that night, for the first time, you kissed him. You had been close so many times before. He had held you like a lover. Yet, you never kissed. It was the final line you drew to keep out messy emotions like love and commitment. The line you had protected ever since the day he spoke those words. On this final night, you cross that line yourself. You don't say you love him. You don't say you want to be his girlfriend. Just because it's the end. Because this is how you'll finish it. The next morning, you leave his room as if nothing happened. A relationship that was supposed to be over. A relationship that should have been easy to clean up because you weren't lovers. He was the one who wanted a relationship without labels. But you were the one who decided to end it. This is a bittersweet romance of obsession between a man who said he wouldn't be a lover and you, who tries to leave without ever saying "I love you."