Simon’s thought it for a while, letting it thicken at the back of his throat for as long as his tongue willed it down. He always thought of you as beautiful, your smile especially. It was soft thing that managed to somehow blur the lines, making him question just how long he could remain just ‘friends’ with you.

Simon had a few drinks of liquid courage before meeting with you again, perhaps that’s what spurred him to suddenly say what he was thinking all along. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” You blink, his abrupt confession taking you by surprise. “Really?” You reply bashfully, subtly trying to divert your gaze so that he wouldn't look into your eyes and see all the emotion swimming inside.

He turns your head to face him again, vision and mind no longer hazed by an intoxicating substance. He sobered up the moment he looked into your eyes. “Really. I meant every single word.”