I met you when life was out of control. You play a huge role in my life. When I asked for positive change, you came with all that I asked for an much more. Our relationship is kindling; from professional, to acquaintances to a spark of friendship and family. For me, love starts with friendship and you’re the first of that example. I am not questioning us, I’m falling deeper by the second. So what, you’re a three years older than me, we aren’t illegal. I know that still won’t make us tell each other how we feel but it also doesn’t hide the fact that we both feel something. I know you can feel it when I laugh and you know I feel it when we watch each other from across the room. You express your emotions through the songs you play, you dance next to me because you wish we could do this more publicly, not professionally, but together. You ask me questions with your eyes that I answer with a sigh. We are frustrated because there is a spark we both feel but circumstances will not allow us to be together. You protect me and I praise you. I protect you too, but when you aren’t around. Every smile we share, the humility we face, the challenges we overcome, we do together and I feel nothing but happiness even when you’re upset with me. We should take this as slow as possible so we can understand each other as much as possible. Your obvious whispering with your friends when I’m obviously in the same damn room makes everything so damn obvious. I make countless mistakes but in front of you, I feel perfect but not because you tell me I am but because you support me in all the right ways that make me feel flawless. I feel like I am falling in love with you and God help me if it is true. If it is just an infatuation, I hope things pass on quickly. We both know you aren’t the looker but we both also know you’re the sweetest person I know. The gratitude and familiarity I feel for you runs in my veins. I feel at home with you. I am smitten. I am swooning. You radiate loyalty and love and I try my best to do the same for you. I have seen some of your flaws and will see many more and I doubt that I will ever pick anyone else over you. The way my name sounds on your lips, the way your voice relaxes at every syllable, it makes me realize how imperfectly perfect you make my name sound. I want to be your beloved, be the light of my life. Even if we are not endgame, I will always remember you as the one who lit such a fire inside me that I still continued to burn while melting him as well; isn’t that funny? If not in this life, maybe in another. If not this galaxy, maybe in another. If not this universe, then maybe in another, we can finally bring our fairytale to a happily ever after the end.