Three years ago today, at around 2 in the morning, me and B were lying in bed back in his old crappy apartment. He turned to me and said things like "I want to tell you something...but I'm not sure I should tell you yet..but I really want to tell you..but I'm not sure if I should!" He went on like this for literally half an hour, and of course I knew what he wanted to tell me after about 2 minutes, cause I had been wanting to tell him the same thing for a few weeks myself. Finally I was like "ok just say it already!" and B told me he loved me for the very first time (after which I told him I loved him too!)
Happy valentines day!