I laid on my right side towards the window with my eyes closed. I was pretending I was asleep, when in all reality I was laying there listening to him breathe. I could feel him in the bed next to me and I loved that feeling. Mostly because I loved him. To think I heard him almost utter those words a day or two before over the phone. He was joking around with my best friend and accidentally said he was in love with me. I acted like I didn't hear it but the smile wouldn't leave my face. I loved him too, so much. I brought myself back to reality as I heard him turn over and softly whisper my name. He whispered it over and over until I heard him sigh then whisper "I love you." It was hard to fake sleeping then, because it was hard to keep the smile off of my face. When he said it again I kind of turned over acting like I was waking up. He pulled me close to him and whispered my name again and I murmured back. He said it again only this time stroking my hair with his hand. "I love you." And I smiled, opened my eyes and looked at him.
"I love you too." Who knew that I would utter those words again much less feel that way again. "I love you too."
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
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