He sighed, and dipped his chin, swallowing. “What I—what, um, what I felt for you, what I still feel goes beyond friendship, beyond any word, in any language, in any poem, any piece of art that may have captured passion—”
I tried to interrupt him, but he quickly leaned over and placed his index finger to my lips. Tears began to form in my eyes. He was really about to come clean with his feelings.