I never want to forget the first time he said, “I love you.” There were no candles, no music or even a fancy restaurant, but it was still perfect in all of its simplicity. I dropped him off at school in the morning and since it was summer, no school for me, I was planning on it being any other day. I pulled up to the front of the building and we hugged, said our goodbyes and he started to get out of the car. As he was about to shut the door he popped his head back in and said, “By the way, you’re amazing and I love you.” Of course, me being anti emotions and not believing in teen love, stumbled over my words got embarrassed and muttered something completely incoherent. He pretended not to notice because he’s amazing like that, kissed me on the cheek and walked off towards the building. I pulled out of the parking lot, my mind all over the place. Did he really just say that? Does he mean it? Why did I just make an idiot out of myself? Did I love him? The moment I asked myself that last question a smile slowly made its way across my face. He was my best friend, of course I loved him. I’ve loved him since we were twelve years old. He took me by surprise because I didn’t know he felt that way about me. He’s almost as bad as I am when it comes to feelings. The fact that we love each other, are in love, terrified me, but when he looked me in the eyes and said those three little words he was so confident. He made me feel like it was okay to take that leap of faith and love him too. That day was seven months ago and now I never stumble over those words when I’m with him. That was one of the best days of my entire summer. He loved me.