He tried to make you the cliche "breakfast in bed." But what if he's on the verge of burning down your house? And it wasn't really breakfst. 

I admired his perfectly scupted side profile - his beautiful eyes, his sharp nose, his plump lips - as we sat in class. He probably had no idea that I was in this class with him. But I liked him. I've liked him for three years, but I found no courage to ever confess to him. I mean, we weren't even friends. We never talked before, and, perhaps, never would.