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You look over at her and smile. You love the way her top makes her bright blue eyes pop. You take in her features, studying every inch of her skin, learning it as of you were going to have a test on it. You love the way her smile could light up a room. You run your hand up her arm, smiling as your hand meets her warm skin. She was always warm and comforting to everybody, even the meanest people.

She smiles at you when she notices what you're doing. She knows you like a person knows their favorite book. She knows you like the back of her very own hand.

When she smiles at you, you can't help the butterflies that make themselves present, just like they always do when she's around. You realized a few months ago that you were hopelessly in love with her, your best friend. She'd never like you the way you like her, everybody told you you didn't have a chance with her, even though you were her type.

She runs a hand through her silky blonde hair, and you notice how relaxed she looks sitting on your couch with a glass of wine. You often had these nights together, she'd end up sleeping with you in your bed, in your arms, curled up against you. Every time you would try to hide your need, your want. You thought you were doing well at ignoring your feelings, up until she touched you. All those sparks came back, sparks you hadn't felt with any of your other girlfriends. None of them made you feel the way she does.

You look down at your daughter in her lap, loving how caring she was, how helpful she was. When you told her that you had a daughter, she automatically wanted to be a part of her life. You couldn't make a move on her because you wouldn't want to lose her as a friend, you wouldn't want your daughter to lose her.

She looks over your body, hoping you wouldn't notice. She's been hopelessly in love with you since the day you met, she's been scared to tell you. She didn't want you to be freaked out, so she kept it from you. She wonders if she'll ever tell you, because you don't ever show that you like her more than a friend.

Your daughter calls her mommy already, not that she minds. She loves it when she hears it come out of the little girl's mouth, it makes her heart flutter more than it does when you're around.

You're in love with her, you'll tell her tonight, you promise yourself.

Your name is Casey Novak and you're in love with your best friend, Alex Cabot.