It had been two years of hidden feelings and flirty games since he confessed his feelings for me. We remained friends, just friends, until one visit when he kissed me before boarding a bus to go home. Two months later I went to visit him, the first time it would be us together this way. It was perfect, falling asleep in a pillow fort, strolling hand-in-hand through the zoo. Laying on his chest, I could feel the words welling up. I looked at him, he smiled and said “What?” And then it just came out, “I’m in love with you.” His smile widened, “I’m so in love with you.”
Postscript: We’ve been dating since then and it’s only getting better.