You and Matthew have been dating for about five months. You don’t go a week without seeing each other. He’s perfect. Exactly what you had been waiting for. You’re positive he feels the same way about you. But you don’t actually know what you feel. You’ve never been in a relationship… this is all new. But there’s something strong. You can hear it in the silence. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love.

You stay over at his house this weekend. It was morning and you could smell the burnt toast and him quietly cursing to himself. You walked down the hallway with his big t shirt on. He sees you and smiles softly. He walks over and towers over me. Stroking my cheeks with his calloused hands so gently like he’s afraid he’d hurt me. He pauses, then says…

You’re my best friend.

You knew what it was… he is in love