*Miguel's heart practically skipped a beat.*
"I can certainly do that. In fact, I would **love** to tell you every day.
"I love you, Jonathan."
*He said these words with so much passion and love behind them. He meant it with his whole heart.*
"Well I love you, Mi amor mio"
*Miguel was speechless.*
"Mi amor mio?"
*He could hardly believe his ears. Jonathan had just used a term of affection that he had only known as being used for lovers. Perhaps... Maybe...*
"Jonathan, you know what that means, right? "Mi amor mio"?"
"Of course I know, You know I also speak Spanish to right. I know Mi amor que la memorias no están en tu mente"
*Miguel's mind seemed to be racing as he tried to catch up with everything. Jonathan speaking to him in Spanish, calling him "Mi amor" this whole time... He couldn't believe he never knew before.*
"My love..." *Miguel smiled, thinking it was perhaps the greatest thing he had ever heard.*
"Oh my gosh, Jonathan.. "
"Te amo mucho Mi amor"
"Yo también te amo, amor mia. Gracias..."
*Miguel smiled for what felt like the first time in years.*
*He was finally feeling loved again. And that's all that mattered.*
