But when I heard the question, my heart stopped. You asked me if I like you as more than a friend. You asked me to keep it a bean. To be real with you.
But how could I tell you that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. That I have felt like this for a really long time. That I’m scared everyday to lose you and when I look at you, I feel the love of God in a way that seems foreign. You are God’s love wrapped up into one person. You are everything to me.
Even when you laugh, my whole world stops because I don’t want to miss seeing you in pure joy for those couple of seconds. It’s not fair. Why do I feel this way. It’s wrong on so many levels because I know that this is exactly how I feel, yet I haven’t told you. I know what I want, but I am too much of a coward to say the words out loud to you. And the worst part is that you probably don’t even suspect a thing.
Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. You are grace. The true definition of a gentleman. Of how a man of God is supposed to be. And you probably didn’t even notice this, but I kept on catching myself staring at you while you were driving. Your focus was on the road. But my focus was on your beautiful face. I wanted to kiss you so many times. I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. How I didn’t ever want to leave that car.
The ride was 1 hour and 34 minutes, but I wanted it to last forever. That might sound crazy, and whimsical. But it’s how I felt. And even with feeling all of those things. My answer to your question was a simple “no”.