Ever since I met Phillip Lester, breathing has been a problem. I loved the way his black hair would go perfectly onto his beautiful blue eyes. I loved the way I couldn't tell the difference between his smooth pale skin and the wall. And more than anything I wanted him to be mine.

I want to be able to hold him in my arms and watch films with him on sunday afternoons, I want to be able to go to Starbucks and hold his hand. I want to be able to cuddle with him until we fall asleep most nights. No. Every night.

"Phil?" I said, turning to the beautiful boy sitting on the sofa next to me.

"Yes?" He spoke softly, his voice smoother than honey.

"Do you want to know a secret?" I inched my face closer.

His eyes lit up.

"Sure." He said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

I moved even closer.

"Are you sure?" I teased him.

"Yes, Dan, I'm sure." He chuckled.

My lips lightly brushed against him, making his face turn every shade of red.

"Phil do-" I was cut off by his soft lips against mine.

I didn't hesitate in kissing him back. That feeling was back, but it was nicer. The feeling with the butterflies, that one? It was that one.

I pulled away from him.

"I- I'm sorry." Phil looked down, his flawless cheeks turning that adorable pink again.

"No. Don't be." I said.

"Because..." I trailed off.

"Because?"

"Because I think I love you." I said nervously.

"Do you want to know my secret?" Phil asked sweetly.

He didn't wait for a response.

"I think I love you too."