Monday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Tuesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Wednesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Thursday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Friday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Saturday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Sunday
One, two, three.
I love you.
This was my schedule. It was the same everyday. I would bid Harry goodbye before class and tap once, twice, three times, then leave to go to my classes. I've gotten strange looks from him for it but I haven't stopped and don't intend to. It's easier this way. I was never taught how to say those words out loud and neither was Harry. So this is ok.
Monday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Tuesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Wednesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Thursday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Friday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Saturday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Sunday
One, two, three.
I love you.
It didn't matter that we were just friends. It didn't matter that Harry always asked for cuddles not knowing what it did to me. It was ok because it was easier than facing my feelings. So this is ok.
Monday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Tuesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Wednesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Thursday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Friday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Saturday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Sunday
One, two, three.
I love you.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand what it means. It's easier than saying it out loud. Saying it out loud makes it much to real. So this is ok.
Monday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Tuesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Wednesday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Thursday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Friday
One, two, three.
I love you.
Saturday
One, two, three.
I love you.
