„You know B, I don't really see us as friends anymore. I think we're more.
We have been friends for over four years now and in the last few weeks I've felt those butterflies they always talk about, you know? And I really hope that you feel the same about me, because I don't know if I can go any longer without kissing you as much as I want to, holding you in my arms at all times, and tell every guy who looks at you to fuck off because you're mine. I love you, angelface"
I blinked. He couldn't actually mean that. I've had those feeling for over a year, and now he feels the same.
„I really, really do love you." I honestly said, and kissed him. And in that exact moment, right where we first met, I felt like I could finally be the happiest person on earth.
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helloooo , you guys!
I didn' really think that anyone would read this, but yet, there you are. Thanks for reading.
I am excusing in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I am German and trying my best to write everything correctly.
Also, this is the second story I am publishing, which means that ist definitely not even close to perfect, but I hope you'll enjoy it.