Love, in some form, is there. Love for him, from me. And love for me, from him.
In some shape or form, it's there.
And the more we talk, the more it grows.
Mine's always been larger than his...
Half of my love is love as friends, the other half is in love.
I'm almost positive his is pure friend love.
But it doesn't matter.
It's there. And it's getting stronger. For both of us.
I know it. And he knows it.
I'm glad we're getting so close.
I'm glad things are getting so much smoother between us.
I'm glad we have no shame in our friendship.
I love him. And that won't change. I'm relieved that I found someone worth loving.
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