All day long, I've been reliving a piece of last night. It's been running through my head on a constant loop since it happened, forcing my stomach to turn in the most wonderful way, making my pulse quicken, making me smile. It could've been ten minutes, it could've been an hour, I'm not exactly sure. All I know is that, after whatever fraction of time passed between our first and last kisses in a serious of a hundred or more, we finally said it out loud. "I love you."
I hate to quote a television commercial, but I must:
I love this man. I love him. I love him. I love him.
Ahhh. It feels so good to say it, and write it, out loud.