Dear Friend,

          I don't view you as friend. You're more than just a friend, I fancy you like a honey bee when it sees a flower. It pains me to think that you viewed me as a friend yet I think of you as someone who will be with me till death. I love your hair, I love your hugs, your morning hugs that I seem to not receive anymore. I adore your smiles, your rare glares, the every stroke of your hands on my palm, the comfortable silence you gave as I start my infinite chattering. I love your tired smiles, your happy smiles, it tears me apart to see your tears, it made me wish I was the one hurting rather than you crumbling. I love your confused expression when I crack a joke and your sudden laughter after I explained the joke. I love your endless complaints about our teacher, I love listening to your voice, I love your voice. I love your hands, your hands that have me well drawn, the hands that I have always praised for it's every stroke. I love you, I love you very much so. I realized this wasn't just a mere liking but a liking uprooted as love. I love you so much that I cannot even find enough words to describe my affection. I love you so much. I love you.