"You've been gove for five years you know. Five long damn years. You think you can just come back and make everything the way it was back then? Things have changed, I've changed, and so have you," He says, the frustration evident in his tone.

You stand there dumbfounded unsure of what to feel or think, but one thing was certain; he was right. He had changed, and so had you. Whether it was for the better, you didn't know. There were so many things you wanted. On one hand you liked just being his best friend, but on the other hand a  part of you -- a large part of you -- wanted something more than that. Something more than friendship could offer, but you were too much of a coward to ever act on how you felt. The thought of rejection scared you, and you knew once you let those fateful words escape your lips, things would change even more than they already had. Maybe it was better to stay like this, because at least you knew you'd still have him by your side forever.

"Look," He mumbles softly, the tone of his voice changing as he intertwines his fingers with yours, "As much as I want to go back to the way things were, we can't. Things are too different now, and there's no way they'll go back to the way it was. But we can start new. I don't want to let go of what we have, because whether you say it or not, I know there's something between us, and I know you feel the same way."

Your breath hitches in your throat as you search for the right words to say. You figure you'll let your actions speak for you as you squeeze his hand and wrap your arms around him hoping he'll understand what you mean.

Your heart swells with joy as he brings you closer to him and whispers the three words he'd said to you over and over again, only this time, there was a different kind of emotion delievered with it that didn't fail to make your heart beat faster than anything ever could.