I used to think that I woke up one day, and suddenly I love him. I used to think that love is just a sudden feeling that hits you on a random moment, and it just so happened that it struck me right on that instance with him. But it was not actually like that.
I loved him little by little every day that passed. I loved him a little when he offered me his jacket on a cold rainy day despite freezing to death. I loved him a little when we share a blanket while watching movies at night. I loved him a little when he first made me coffee. I loved him a little when he said I make the best coffee on mornings. I loved him a little when he offered me his shoulder to sleep on on a long bus ride. I loved him a little when he placed his head on my lap and asked me to sing him a good night song. I loved him a little when he asked me to cook for dinner. I loved also him a little on that day he first cooked our breakfast. That was day when all the little love I had piled up to love him so much. That was the day I realized I love him so much more than a little. That was the day I realized that loving him a little every day makes you fall in love with him every single time. And that was the day I realized that loving your best friend a little every day can make you want so much more than just friends.