𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋

Midnight confessions

Staring at the bland ceiling, you huff and try to go to sleep, but you had too much on your mind. You turn your head and see your best friend, Michael peacefully sleeping next to you. He invited you over to keep him company but after an hour, he fell asleep.

You couldn't help but to admire his sleeping form. The moon shining down on him, casting a spotlight on him. Angelic was the first word that came to mind. You've been wanting to confess to him for quite some time, but you would always chicken out when given the opportunity.

Knowing that you struggle with talking to him face to face, you decided to do it now....while he's sleeping. Nibbling on the inside of your cheek, you sit up and sit cross cross, your body facing him.

You trace your fingers down his jawline and softly smile. You feel him slightly twitch but he remains asleep. Thank goodness he's a heavy sleeper.  Sighing, you start to feel yourself get nervous.

Come on girl, he's sleep for crying out loud.

You close your eyes and take in deep breaths.

Well here it goes.

"I know you won't be able to hear me since you're in a deep sleep, but I have to get this off of my chest because it's eating at me. Firstly, I just wanna start off by saying that I'm so thankful for you. Thank you for sticking by my side, through thick and thin. Keeping it real with me and just being the best person I can ever ask for."

You continue,"Secondly, I just want to say that...I really really love you and no..I don't just mean platonically. I'm talking about romantically. I don't know when or where it started, but I've been having this feeling for the longest. You make me the happiest I've ever been. You make me feel safe, loved, heard, appreciated and just confident in myself."

As you kept confessing your feelings, Michael fully wakes up. He listens closely to you, your emotions pure and raw. He feels his cheeks heating up. He sits up and grabs your hand, his thumb softly caressing the flesh of your hand.

You jump in shock, your eyes flying open. You start to stutter, your whole body riddled in nervousness. Smiling, he shushes you by placing his fingers on your lips. Without speaking a word, he softly kisses you, his thumb and index finger resting on your chin.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes gazing into yours.

"I've been waiting for those words because I feel the same way and always have. I've been meaning to tell you, but I was scared that you'd reject me. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and now that I know how you feel, there's nothing stopping me from asking you this?"

"Will you be mine?"