And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

I'm very open in terms of sharing bits about my life, but I think it's very easy to get a distorted sense of who anyone is through social media.

Sure, we were friends who exchanged soulful glances, friends who slept in a bed filled with sexual tension, friends who found any excuse to touch, but I worried that we'd never take that perilous leap of faith toward becoming a real couple, a permanent team.

This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.

What's the point of being sad?" he says. "We're here now.

Guilt is a supreme waste of time and energy.

Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.