I walked stone-faced to answer the door, barely looked at you in motioning you to follow, then broke down in sobs as I pushed the computer over to you to read. With this, you started becoming my best friend. I remember the day you told me your biggest secret. And still I’d never tell a soul to this day, even though you did hurt me. We were sitting on my bed, well, me on the footrest, you on the mattress. I don’t know how it came up, but I remember the sun outside, it was summer.
I remember your tears, the feeling of wanting to reach out and hold you, tell you it’s okay. I remember you telling the story, painfully, without making eye contact with me. Staring down. I looked at you with sympathy, wishing I could comfort you, tell you it’s no so bad, tell you how much I appreciate you. I remember your look of horror, re-living a moment in your life that scared you the greatest, made you feel nervous in your own home. I wanted so badly to come to your house and protect you, or something. We started telling each other everything. And we really did tell each other everything. We became so very close. And thus grew a very obvious attraction between us, neither of us could admit.
I don’t remember what you did, but you made me feel okay after a terrible breakup
My mom told me not to be more than friends with you, don’t ruin it like what happened with the last guy. So I told her I wouldn’t. You were my best friend, that’s it, at least for now. We’re young, lets leave it here for now, right? Just as friends, though we knew we were in very strong like. Our friends teased us for being cuddly, they could see our attraction to each other as well. This made you get the courage to admit it to me. But we’ll get to that later. Homecoming was so much fun with our group, it was my first dance and the gang made it special. I also remember awkwardly meeting eyes as the slow song came on, and you took my hand for a dance.
We went to homecoming together as friends
Neither of us really knew what we were doing. None the less, there was almost electricity forming between us, as we held each other and moved back and fourth to dance. I remember my face being so close to yours, and how you looked at me. I was scared to death that you’d kiss me. Though I knew I wanted you to, there was no way I would’ve been brave enough then. After the dance, we were even more cuddly. We cuddled all the time. I remember that time on my couch, when we were watching a movie, and by force of habit I put my legs over yours. I moved them away and awkwardly apologized, but you shook your head and moved them back on to you.
I remember how wonderful that felt. How wonderful it felt every time we cuddled. Sometimes on your couch, my couch, my bed, your bed. Always innocent cuddling. That was it. I remember once, on your bed, we were cuddling and playing Disney songs on your oh-so-precious iPod. I remember tensing up as “Kiss the Girl” came on, secretly wishing you’d follow the songs advice. You never knew that. I kind of wish you did. As time went on, you did indeed get brave 
enough to tell me you liked me. I don’t remember how the conversation went down, but I remember being in my basement, in the computer room which is now my room and the room I’m typing this in. I remember shaking, predicting what you were about to admit.