He wanted to talk to me about something very serious, so we sat down and I listened. He said he loves me, and that I was his best friend. He didn't want his feelings to ruin our friendship, and he knew I have certain responsibilities to DA and my classes and my family and he supported me of these.
I've never felt I was ever in love with anyone before, but I think I love him too, and I told him this. And for the first time in my life, I got kissed.
If love is that funny sparky feeling in your heart and that desire to really, truly know and understand a person, and having so very much in common for to feel so very comfortable with him, and when just looking at him from across a room makes me smile inside, I think I'm in love.
He's such a good person, also. Mamma, Papa, and DA like him so very much. He's responsible, very respectful of all of us, he makes very good grades, he loves his family and is very devoted to them. He has a wonderful sense of humor which I find is so very refreshing!
We like all of the same things, of music, and books, and games. He's not glued to his computer for everything, and we like the outdoors and outdoor activities.
He feels so very badly of the accident. We'll get through this.
Poor Papa, maybe he will have a new fisherman!