Its Friday, I'm in Love...
It's time to admit it to myself,
I'm am in love with him....
I'm not dating him. We're not together. He's got a secret he can only trust with me...
But we act like it. We're so comfortable around each other. He only trusts his secrets with me...
I don't know what to do. I don't have any idea on how he actually feels for me, except for he loves to spend time with me, we're always touchy feely, we joke about things like having kids and where we're going on our honeymoon.
He sleeps over, whenever he's home. I love having him there, that close to me, regardless of how cold I am because he has my blanket or how little space I have between him and the wall. I've never been happier than when I wake up with his arms around me, having him wake up a minute later, smile, and ask if I've made breakfast.
He does these things, which makes me think that he must have some feeling for me, and, honestly...
That may be enough for me...
I'm am in love with him....
I'm not dating him. We're not together. He's got a secret he can only trust with me...
But we act like it. We're so comfortable around each other. He only trusts his secrets with me...
I don't know what to do. I don't have any idea on how he actually feels for me, except for he loves to spend time with me, we're always touchy feely, we joke about things like having kids and where we're going on our honeymoon.
He sleeps over, whenever he's home. I love having him there, that close to me, regardless of how cold I am because he has my blanket or how little space I have between him and the wall. I've never been happier than when I wake up with his arms around me, having him wake up a minute later, smile, and ask if I've made breakfast.
He does these things, which makes me think that he must have some feeling for me, and, honestly...
That may be enough for me...