I've known him for so long, since I was a little girl. I can't remember when I didn't adore him. I just went from a little girl's crush to being middle-aged and still in love.
He says he doesn't understand it.
It's everything. The friendship we share, his smile, his touch, the way he smells, the way he tastes. It's all so familiar. I love his sense of humour, I've always enjoyed watching him. He points out that he's not handsome, but I've always thought so.
We've had an on and off sexual relationship since I was in my teens. For him we were just friends who had sex occasionally, while I loved him and didn't tell him. Now we have an emotional relationship at well. I tease him that now, after all this time, he's busy making all my schoolgirl fantasies come true.