My life is a soap opera
I'm in love with my best friend. He's the closest person to me in the entire world; he knows my life story, and almost all of my secrets. I definitely still have feelings for him, and he definitely has feelings for me too (at least, he makes it seem that way). However, there's nothing I can do about it. Why? Because a year from now, I'm moving halfway across the world, and I would rather spend my last few months as friends than anything else.