I've been loving you for quite some time

Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once you let go, of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much, but it said enough. You kissed on sidewalks, you fight and you talk, one night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, "you're my best friend." And you knew what it was, he is in love."