To me, when my cheeks are smothered in kisses, they are only friendly gestures. And it is with this assurance that I know he cares for me in a way that is different than anyone else, that he loves me because we are wonderful friends. He's the type to have dinner with me, the type to deliver huge hugs because he knows I love them. And he can get away with forgetting to call or forgetting a lunch date...all because he's Bobby. But I am different to him...because I sometimes I get those little kisses while everyone else is watching...and he doesn't do that with anyone else but me.