No matter my past or yours, or how scared I was, I know how deeply I feel about you, and I know what everything points to: Why it hurts me when you're in any kind of pain or suffering, why I want to help and take care of you so much, why I'm willing to do whatever to help you, why I don't really care to spend money on you, why I feel like I'm at home with you, so safe and comfortable, why I'm happy to sit and do things for you, why you talking about us moving in together makes me so flustered, why you can make me flustered so easily, why seeing you makes my heart race and makes me feel like I'm burning, but I can never stop smiling when I see you (maybe it's just because you're so beautiful). I've been thinking about this for maybe a week now; I don't think this is something you already didn't know, but my heart is racing just the same. I think I've fallen in love with you. Really, after thinking about it so much, I'm pretty sure I have.

I love you, Azharul.

I haven't said that in years...but I'm sure of it. I've actually never said that first. I can't really ignore it; I spend so much time with you that I couldn't help it happening. Days and nights with you, doing whatever we want, everyday just feeling more and more for you slowly. I felt my feelings for you change into something deeper, something more raw and passionate. I tried to suppress or deny it, but I can't help myself around you. We spend so much time together that...it was inevitable. I can never push down my feelings around you, and I die just from seeing your face. I just want to be there for you, help and support you, help take care or you, cheer you on, make you happy and help you be happy and more confident in yourself. I want to help you see how beautiful and amazing and talented you are. It's been such a long time for that.. But, really, no matter how much I'm dying right now, if I have to feel love, then I'm glad it's you. I promise you it's real.