“Kris…” I began, fiddling with the hem of shirt. I looked down at my lap in an attempt to mask my nervousness around him. He was not what he used to be. If all cute little boys with two front missing teeth can magically turn into a handsome prince, then every single lady would want a piece of that hot stuff.

He hummed. With my head down and lips chapped from all that biting, I can tell he was staring at me, waiting for me to speak.

“I-” Was it the right thing to do? It would not be too late to hastily make a one-eighty degree turn and choose not to confess. Right now, in front of this man I’ve known for nine agonizing years. “I-”

“What is it?” His chuckling zapped me onto cloud nine. Dear lord, spare me a peaceful life!

“I… I think I-” Now I seem to understand how girls felt when they confess to their crush. The anxiety that slowly builds up, the butterfly fluttering in the pit of your stomach, the moment when you feel dry sweat forming all over your body and your heart palpitating because of one person – all of this in which the person who decided to confess experiences. I breathed in deeply, “I like you.”