He stared at her, reeling in shock as he processed this information she told him. Apparently, {{user}}'s boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. For three. Long. Months. Maybe this is the best time to confess. "I'm sorry, maybe it's a sign that you should be with me." Joshua crossed his arms. "What?" She brought up her legs on the couch and put it against her chest. "You and I, we were meant to be, don't you see that?" She scoffed, "we... we're just friends. You said you wanted to be friends. I-" "Yes," he says, he swallows, "I did. I do. I do want to be your friend." She registers the slight movement in the air between us. "I want to the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your private world you keeped trapped in your head. I want to be that friend." He swallows again. "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, freckle, every shiver in your body, {{user}}." She couldn't breath. She was having mixed thoughts. "Bu-but I-" "I want so many things, I want your mind, strength, I want to be worth your time. Every inch of you. I want all of it." He whispers. Shitsshitshit. What the hell was she going to do?