"So you're in love with him?"
"It's more than that. I'm not sure how to describe it. The best I can do is explain what makes me want to love him."
"Well, it's the way he says hello or any rude greeting to me."
"It's the way he smiles. God, that smile. He doesn't even have to try and that smile make me weak."
"The way his eyes wrinkles up when he's really happy or heard something funny. His laugh radiates these euphoric vibes and it makes anyone smile. Well, for me, it makes me want him even more."
"It's the way he talks. Smooth and silky, yet rough when he's annoyed or upset. Like a field of grass with a few weeds sticking out."
"The way his body moves. When he's drunk and starts dancing or when he is ready to sleep and his movements are slow and relaxed."
"It's the way he eats and drinks."
"The way he calls my name, the way the world moves around me but all I can see, hear and feel is him."
"Fuck, it's the way he makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs and curl up into a ball and cry when he isn't with me...
"It's the way he gets mad when someone pushes into me on accident."
"It's the way he looks at me when I talk. He makes me weak, yet strong."
"It's the way he...the way he tells me that I am his best friend, his brother, his person. His person to count on when he is having problems."
"It's the way he tells me 'I love you' when I bring over his favorite things. It hurts so much to hear him say that but if I died right then and there, I would want that to be the last thing I hear."
"It's the way he accidentally brushes his hand on mine when we are walking."
"It's the way his hair falls on his face when there is a sudden gust of wind or when it is wet after swimming in the ocean."
"It's the way his skin tone compliments his choice of clothing."
"It's the way he makes me feel jealous and a sudden rage when another guy or girl hits on him. It's the way he always refuses them and fucking smiles and laughs it off when I ask him about it; my God, he's perfect."
"But it's the way he hugs me goodbye."
"The way he tells me that he will see me soon."
"The way he makes every farewell dramatic and makes me terrified that it will be our final goodbye."
"I don't want that. I want him."
"I want him by my side now and forever and even after that. Because he makes me feel so many things all at once."
"He makes me want him more now than ever the way he is just standing there, talking to Tyler about God knows what, while I am telling you everything I am feeling for him!"
"It's the way he is just sitting there and talking to Brock while I am holding back the urge to get up and tell him everything I am feeling!"
"Well, sounds to me that you are in love with him." Brock wiped away a single tear streaming down his friend Evan's face.
"Yeah dude, you're totally in love with him." Tyler laid his hand on his friend Brian's clenched fist, signaling him to relax.
A brief pause from both the Asian and Irishman happened. And in almost perfect unison, they turned and met each other's eyes. A smile was shared as they turned their attention back to their friend.
"Yes, but I don't know. He probably doesn't feel the same. I'll just keep it to myself." Evan smiled softly and stirred his drink.
"Yeah, but there's no way he feels the same. I'll just stay shut." Brian scoffed and downed his drink.
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