We only started dating about 2 months ago. I’ve liked on and off for years (more on then off), since 6th grade, I believe. Now 6 to 7 years later I can finally call you my own. When I started to get those old feelings back about 4 months ago, they scared me. I didn’t want to pursue you because I didn’t want to ruin our perfect friendship. I got to saw you almost everyday because of school, and then we started to hangout more and more at your house. We would play and tell our deepest darkest secrets to each other. Like you like it when somebody blows in your ears, I told you I loved my neck being touched. We would sit there and tease each other for a long ass time. Then one day, we went to your friend’s house. There was a problem, there was 4 of us and only 3 seats. You and me cuddled on one. I was big spoon. :P. I was so nervous. More nervous then I have ever been. After the movie, we went to the cars and you gave me a big hug, and all your friend said was kiss her. I wanted you too. You didn’t. Then a day or two later, I was back at your house. We hung out, then it was time for me to go. You walked me out to my car, gave me one of those great big hugs of yours, and before I knew it you were kissing me. My heart skipped and bounded. I loved every second that we spent out in the cold fall night air. I can’t think about it with out my heart feeling the same thing that it did. We had plans for the next day to go to the mall. You were awkward most the time, you were just acting reserved, you were never like that before. Then you said “about last night, I didn’t plan to do that.” “all shit” is all I thought. You regretted kissing me. I was upset. We went back to your house after the mall, and we sat on your bed. You kissed me again. Oh Joy :D and you whispered “it wasn’t a fluke, you wanted to kiss me” I’m glad that you and me are finally we. :]