I know we’ve only been dating for a week but with confidence I can say I love you. Not quite in a boyfriend/girlfriend way of course. But I’ve known you for nine years now. You’ve always been my best friend and I love you for that.

I’ve tried to remember when I first realized I liked you, but it was back in first grade. How am I supposed to remember that? But I can recall the times, the little things you do that make me fall for you even more.

When you sneak up behind me and give me hugs. When you’re sitting down and talking to your grandmother about how your day went, or playing cards with her. When you quote comedy sketches out of no where or get really into the music you’re listening to. Watching you draw is mesmerizing. Or when you talk about the new video games you’re playing. The little bits of passion you let me see sometimes. It makes me love you more.

I’m okay that we’ve taken things slow. I’ve waited nine years to call you my boyfriend, you really think I won’t wait a while just to kiss you? As long as I can be with you, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I get butterflies every time I think about you and remember that you really are mine now. You’d never believe me if you heard me say it but I think you’re perfect.