"I'm in love with you, okay?" Valerie said, staring at her best friend.

Dylan looked at her in shock. He may have been heartbroken, but he couldn't believe that his best friend of seven years, was in love with him.

   And somewhere deep in his heart, he felt the same way.

   "You. . ." Dylan started. "You are?"

"Yes." Valerie sighed. "I am."

She looked down at her hands. "And it kills me to see you with someone else; someone who doesn't love you.

"I know you hate it when someone takes a bite of your doughnut bag, I know that you prefer to sleep with socks on at night, I know everything about you. I know your likes and dislikes. And I know You weren't really happy with Lindsey. She wasn't good for you."

Valerie teared up and wiped her eyes with her thumb.

"You have no idea how much I love you."

"How much do you love me?" he asked, lifting his head up slightly.

She looked into his gray-green eyes, cupped his face with her hand and leaned down; pressing her lips lightly on his own.

She pulled away, then stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"More than you know."