Anthony
I just can't stop talking to you. I see so much of myself in you, it's almost like looking into a mirror, but mentally. But unlike myself, I love you. You are my best friend, my lover, my support. We met at partys, mostly. You were always very easy to talk to, we clicked well, laughed on and on. But we never really kept in contact. So you were fluttering in and out of my life quite irregular, until I wrote you after another party, where we hit it off AGAIN. Our goodbye-hug lingering just one second too long. I found you quite attractive. Which was the reason I never really had the courage to talk to you. After we got closer and closer I notced things that should have grabbed my attention way sooner. You were great with Dylan, really liked being in contact with him whenever we had him with us at partys. You never had girls, or guys, flocking around you, despite your good looks, it seemed like you didn't really get that much attention. I was being totally superfical with you. And as I stopped and looked closer, I noticed way too late, that it was the only thing that kept me from falling for you. I love our discussions, even though we share the same opinions. I love our bickering. When I start swooning about your freckles and you get that look on your face, which tells me I'm in deep trouble. I love your smirk, your cockyness. I love how you pin me down and make me forget everything in the blink of an eye. I love you.
