Lets call it love

It has been a year today, since i met him. No, he's not my boyfriend. He's not a friend either. Maybe more than a friend. I don't have to label him. Do I ?

He gave me a white rose today, like he has been doing every time we met. He said i looked beautiful in my navy blue shirt and ripped white jeans. I haven't worn them in months since my mother said I looked fat in them. I think I should wear them more often. He said my  hands are prettier without the silver bracelet i wear all the time. He doesn't know; i wear it to hide the ugly scars i made while trying to slit my wrist, the last time i broke up. He said I look so uniquely gorgeous because of the little birthmark i have on my chin. This is the very same mark that has been holding me back all my life. I wanted to get it removed so bad, because my ex-boyfriend had said it scared him. I couldn't because i didn't have the money back then. He said i looked like a "tough lady" because of my scary legs. And I haven't worn a skirt in ages because of them. He said my specs made me look "stylish". I had always wished I didn't have to wear them. He said i have a beautiful voice. I sounded smart and intelligent. And i was always afraid of talking, even phone conversations. He said i should flaunt my strength. How could I? Because until HIM I thought all my strength to be my weakness…