I love it when he looks at me. I love it too when I look back and he looks away with that cute blush of his. I love that I'm the only one whose hand he allows to slip under his pelt and scratch that spot he can't reach. I love how he's always willing to listen to my ramblings. And that he will sometime ramble back to me.

I love him.

And I don't mind if his eyes are set on somebody else. Because he's my friend first and foremost, and I wouldn't be his if I did mind.