When we first met, we got along immediately.

I was happy to have him as my friend.

He was always so casual and almost seemed uncaring, but the little things he did for me, showed me how much he cared and how kind he really is.

He always puts in a lot of thought into everything that he did for me, always made me feel so cared for and safe to have him by my side.

His words were reckless but never hurtful. He never shriveled away from readily apologizing if he felt that he was too rude or hurtful - which he honestly never was, at least never to me.

Everything that he did, always showed clearly what a wonderful person he is. So it was obvious that he's always been popular.

When did it start I wonder? At first, I was just really, really happy to have a friend like him.

The more I got to know him, the I realized just how wonderful and kind he really is - even though he thinks otherwise.

Was it because he was always there for me when I really needed someone by my side?

Was it because he stood up for me like it's the most natural thing to do?

Was it because of how kind he is? Or because of how loved I feel when he looks at me and smiles?

Even though I know that he loves me as a friend.

How did I end up falling in love with him in this kind of way?

I don't know when or how, I just know one thing without a single doubt - I love him with all my heart...