He couldn't even keep track of how badly in love with you he's been. It started one day it's only seemed to fester more heavily in his chest each day he hung around you. Everytime you smiled or laughed about something. Everything he loved. But he never got the hint from you that you felt the same. Sure—maybe confessing would be easier. But he didn't want to loose you. Loose the friendship you both had. But, none of that matters now does it. Not that he just confessed as drunk and stupidly honest