Try

We've always been the best of friends, he and I.  As children, we spent every day together.  As teenagers, we discussed each others crushes, and shared homework.  As college kids, we partied at the same parties, and the most sober let the other puke in their toilet.  As adults, however, we see each other differently.1

I've never been one for relationships, and he's always had some girl hanging around, some girl infatuated with him.  I couldn't blame them, though, he's the greatest guy I know.  It never once occurred to me, though, to altar my perception to a romantic one.2

He was the one that brought it up, and I'm still contemplating what it all meant.  I've lived a long life, and I know a lot of things, but when it comes to this I am lost.  I realize now that I don't know as much as I think I do, and I'm not as mature as I think I am.  I've got lots of living, lots of growing to go, even though I've already accomplished so much.3

But there he is, looking me in the eyes and begging for more.  How long have you felt this way? Â Why didn't you ever tell me before?  Why did you wait until I was engaged?4

I can't promise you anything.5

You say it's okay, but I know it's not.  Down inside, I know I feel the same... but why now?  You can't answer me, and I sigh.6

So I turn to you and say:  All I can do is try.7

When your lips meet mine, I realize that to you- it is enough.8