You're bestfriend of my father, at least that's what everyone says because you were 8 when my dad, a married old man became adequate of him. The bonding just grew stronger between you two and I witnessed it since I was a new born.

As I was grown up in front of your eyes, you'd always pamper and baby me. But beside ur friendly behaviour toward me I'd grown to love you. How couldn't I? You were a bit older, kinda cold and mysterious, rich, tall, and handsome. And your personality was just my type, I'd seen you working hard to achieve this all since I was little.