"I won't ever forget you or the time we shared. This summer was the best of my life." You blinked away tears as you watched the romance movie on your television.

Your best friend Ricky couldn't take any more of your blubbering so he went into the living room to work on some new songs. He put on a strong front but inside he found it adorable that you felt emotions so easily, especially when watching a film.

He was strumming his guitar and humming the tune before beginning to play and add lyrics. It didn't take him long to write a song but it took him longer to convince himself it was worth adding to his record list.

When he was done working on the song he walked out of the room to see you wiping your tears away.

"Movie over?" You nodded before heading into the kitchen.

"It was good but I do hate movies that make me cry like that."

"Then don't watch them. That's an easy solution." He retorted. You rolled your eyes in response knowing the way he likes to joke.

"Sometimes the mood calls for it. I just hate when there's no happy ending. Aside from that, I would love to have a romance like that." You said before biting into an apple.

"Really?" Ricky asked while leaning against the counter across from you.

"Yeah. I would love to have a man who does anything in his power to understand me on a spiritual level. I would want him to know where I came from and where I plan to go, and be supportive, and not be afraid to love me when I'm at my lowest." You couldn't tell but Ricky was taking mental notes of everything you were saying. He had liked you for years but couldn't find it in him to confess and neither could you.

"A man who understands. That can't be too hard to find."

"It is when you are scared to get close to someone." You took another bite of the apple.

"Well, you're close to me." He began to look at the counter, scared to look into your eyes.

"Yeah but it's different. You see, we have known each other since before we knew what romance really was. If we were strangers now it wouldn't be like this. It'd take me a while to trust you."

"You trust me?" He finally met your eyes. You put your apple down and looked at him dumbfounded.

"Of course I do."

"Close your eyes."

You raised an eyebrow but closed your eyes nonetheless. You heard footsteps getting closer to you when you felt warm lips against yours. Your breath was caught in your throat while you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands met your waist while he held you to his chest.

He pulled away and opened his eyes when you did the same. He put his forehead against yours and took a deep breath.

"I think I could be the kind of man you want me to be."