| From Chasing Amy I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we�re great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I�m sure that�s what you�ll call it. And it�s not because you�re unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You�re the epitome of every attribute and quality I�ve ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you�d ever consider. But I can�t do this any longer. I can�t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can�t look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can�t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended � but I had to say it, because I�ve never felt this before, and I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can�t hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I couldn�t allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And I�ll accept that But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not suppress that - at least for ten minutes - and try to dwell in it before you dismiss it. There isn�t another soul on this fucking planet who�s ever made me the person I am when I�m with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it�s there between you and me. You can�t deny that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I�m forever changed because of you and what you�ve meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I�d never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. |