i've known this guy for about 8 years. but in the last 5 years we've known each other, we've been very close. i consider him one of my best friends, but he's never actually said that to me. i only heard from a girl he dated once that he told her i was his best friend. at one time, i thought i might even have feelings for him. i tried to give him subtle hints, but he overlooked me so much, he didn't even notice. so i stepped back, and took some time away from him until i felt i could be a true friend to him. i thought, "friends is not bad. friends is quite something," for awhile, it was hard for me to hear about girls who liked him or hit on him, or vice versa. but, he tells me everything. rather than lose his trust and this special relationship we had, i dealt with it. after awhile, i accepted that i was just his friend. and this friendship has made me feel very special, and made me very happy for many years. i feel honored to be the girl in his life that doesn't come and go. but, instead, i'm the girl he tells anything and everything to...and above all else, the truth. in the past few months, i've had the strangest feeling that my advice has been carrying more weight than usual with him. i've even had a suspicion that he's been hitting on me. but, he's a joker and a flirt, so i didn't take it too much to heart. well, about a week ago, we were sitting together talking and he asked me if i ever thought about us. i was pretty direct about it. in short, i said no, in the meanest way possible. he tried to make me think differently, but i insisted that i've known him long enough to know his expectations and standards, and that all that he has to offer is not all that i am looking for in a relationship. i kept asking him why we were even talking about it, but i never got a direct answer. he only said that don't i think he would start thinking about it too if he was saying it all the time...and that he's not about just getting attention, he doesn't want to break hearts anymore. the next few days were pretty hellish. our usual fast wit and easy rapport was dampened by a dark cloud of confusion. i tried to just forget about it, but i was conflicted. i finally called him and told him i couldn't sleep. he was actually very sweet...and at one point, he said that i was the one. "for what?" i asked. and he answered, "the one for me." and i'm such an idiot, i laughed. and we changed the subject. but, after that conversation, i've been floored. i'm thinking about him so much differently than i have before. i think about the smell of his hair, his smile, and his voice like i never have before. but now, i don't know if he really has feelings for me...or maybe he's just been joking around, and because i had feelings before, maybe i'm just hoping that he means it. i'm not necessarily his type, after all. but since we are hardly ever serious with each other, i don't want to make a fool of myself, for one thing. and ultimately, i can't lose this friendship. it means so much to me. if it's real, i think we have an honest chance to make it as a couple. if not, his friendship is enough for me. it has made me so happy for so long. i just never thought he would ever realize how much i adore him and care about him enough to appreciate it, and maybe reciprocate. i wish i could tell him all this myself. instead, i hope i can get some good responses and advice from this. does this sound like like a love story or a game to you?